Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.

Jack Prelutsky

I had a dream free night in reality (that I can remember).

Today has involved a 12 mile run, a trip to a Country Park (meeting the chickens), a meeting with Mum and Dad (aka Untrained Eye back from 10 days of not blipping on holiday as he left a vital component behind and, hopefully, a relaxing Sunday afternoon.

There was an alternative but as Mrs Running Backwards sensibly pointed out, for me it's important but for other viewers it just looks like a boy jumping off a balance beam!

Run: 11.94 miles@9.20 min/mile