Argh, my dreams of photographic adventure have been interrupted yet again by those bloody roosters.
What time is it? It's sparrow's fart alright... That means I've only had.. 1,2,3,4,5,6... 6 hours sleep!
That's it Shannon. I'm waking you up.
It's not being used for what you might think....
I've been picking up tips from last night 'new inventors', and used ingenuity to turn loo paper into ear plugs.
Later that day...
Shannon gets the message. The roosters must go.
So she boils up the pot, prepping them for a-pluckin, post 'chop'.
Shannon gets the message. The roosters must go.
So she boils up the pot, prepping them for a-pluckin, post 'chop'.
She serves them a last supper.
Using the decoy of food to grab unsuspecting rooster number one.
The rooster cops a feel, but Shannon isn't sure his weight is going to feed us well tonight.
Is this the kiss of death?
Awww, he is a good looking rooster isn't he? Alas, off with his head!
But first, to catch the second cockadoodler. He's a bit flightier than number one.
What's that Shannon? You're having second thoughts? But you've been doing this for years.
Ollie, I'm feeling all attached as I've known these boys since they were chicks.
I just can't cook them. I think I've fallen in love!
Let's go guys, you'll love your new home. No complaining neighbours down there.
It's not a long drive, so don't poop in my tray...
And they've arrived. A bit of settling in to start with and the neighbourly meet and greet
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Then on with the eating. There'll be no complaints here.
Still laughing!!