I knew in my heart that one must stand in the back of the Hilux ( mind the playhouse boys! ). What with four crazy chitlans, I focussed on safety over necessity. “You’re not in the cab! You’re standing in the back!” I confront. “It’s the way, the only way, to ride!” says he. I suppose he’s right. My three-year-old rode back from the bus as a three-year-old and a fellow bus rider … she stood with her dad, giggling the whole way. Always a driver, I’ll need to feel this freedom.
Operation Release Beast is amazing. So calm and lovely. I can’t wait to see giggling and picnics in a few months ( I love that a “few months” could be warm. )
Without the coop, you can see the herd munching away on their hourly section.
I will not miss this coop because two years in a row it gave me mites. Poor chooks, they had to retreat to “Chicken Tiki” for health and safety.
Some right-hand finds yield no-good as loners.
Metal mixed with weed will honorably proceed to their destiny.
The truck is ready for the dump / the tip / the déchetterie
Brent is pointing at standing, Hilux man, curious about a photo and curious about dinner.