Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken

P1030159 (2)With extreme generosity I have given myself the rest of November off.  It is a buffer zone of decadence between the past and the future.  This does not mean that I will stop posting, just that I will be continuing in the rather random fashion I have utilised over the past three months.  Then the fun begins.  Lined up in the wings, snorting with anticipation, are new missions (I have chosen to accept them) to challenge me.  Wondering what they have let themselves in for, new clients are awaiting my first spade strike.  My travels will take me not too far and only a little bit wide, but I will promise you tales of daring-do.  The highlight may be handsome pig named George.   You will have to wait to see said porcine pin-up but you may meet his dust bathing colleagues.  Always leave them wanting more.

10 thoughts on “Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken

  1. Looks good already.This is very exciting and I am very much looking forward to reading all about it.I know it will be a good read whatever you are up to.


  2. I’m glad we are going to hear more from you. I was wondering what you were up to. We too are enjoying a break while Ms broken limbs repair. He should stick to growing plants. He’s better at that than fishing and falling off Flat Rock!


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