Sunday, 7 June 2015

In the clink

Who knew that upon finishing the new chicken run it could double up as a prison for my 3 oldest wildlings....I'd better check I let them out.

5 comments:

Trubes said...

Not before bedtime surely ?
My they are growing, must be the country living !

Di.xx

Vinogirl said...

Well, they are your little chickens :)

Albert said...

Those poor kids, work hard all day digging ditches and bricklaying for their dad and what does he do as soon as the sun shines and the nights warm up is throw them out of the house into and locks them up in a cage, I suppose mrs Thud will end up looking after those chickens.

James Higham said...

Nah, leave 'em there.

NotClauswitz said...

Up in El Dorado the walls are stone and the door is iron!