That Barry Chicken came round our barn this evening and played a few songs on his banjo. Everyone was tapping their toes, jigging the jig and generally making fools of themselves. I'd just settled down for a nice kip after a hard day wandering aimlessly in my field, when he decided to "entertain" us.
Some people call it music, but not me. If you trod on a chicken's foot, you'd get a pretty good idea of his vocal prowess. And I don't know where he gets his ideas for songs from, but I'm sure he was singing "Get a low down on my hoe-down, cos I'm the chirpiest chicken that's ever been a-flippin'". Which is frankly stupid. But all the girls loved it, so you can't argue really.
Many thanks to all of you who have taken the time to write me emails and post comments on my site this past week, it's all very much appreciated. I've really enjoyed all your mad story ideas too, so keep sending them in.
Farmer Jack's off away until next Monday, so I won't be able to post to this blog until he gets back. Have a good weekend and I'm sure I'll have some great stories for you next week.
All the best,