Molly the chook farmer

Another fun day down on the farm yesterday. Molly and Anna wanted to feed the chickens, well, mostly Molly to be honest. Anna does it every day and was not overly bothered about it until Molly started to get over excited about a couple of loose chickens in the yard - this has a tendency to rub off on her (she's very easily led, especially by our Moo, who will do anything for a giggle out of Anna).

So, off we went, miniature wheelbarrows in tow (you know what I mean), to the coops. Oh my goodness! Who knew chickens were this exciting! Molly literally whooped and squealed her way around the garden, dashing from run to run. She couldn't decide which ones warranted her attention the most, and seemed very concerned that they should all receive equal amounts of the food and her love.

When we went in to see the big chickens (as apposed to the little bantams in the backyard), that were running free, I thought Molly was gonna burst - honestly, the look on her face was priceless! Even when the really big ones started to peck at the bread in her hands she laughed. No fear whatsoever (she's certainly braver then her Mum. One of them started to look longingly at a bead on my shoe and that was enough to make me jumpy!).

Next we went to the shed to collect the eggs. Yep, I thought exactly the same, but off we went anyway. She broke both of the ones she was given to hold, she said 'oh no, they're crying' when the yolks spilled out, funny little thing.

So, it looks like we'll be getting some chooks fairly soon. As luck would have it our friend is in the process of moving house and can't take all the chickens with her... lucky that! I've actually always fancied having some bantams in the backyard, and now Molly seems so enamoured with them I guess it's a done deal. As long as she promises not to sing 'quack, quack, cockadoodledoo' every time we go and see them - like she did for almost an hour with Anna. Damn you Wiggles!!!!