Who are you calling chicken?!

A gorgeous sunny day and with eldest still at cub camp tiddler and I managed a bike ride out to the chicken farm to feed some chickens. Eldest was picked up suitably dirty and tired (and as a result grumpy) but a liberal application of sausage casserole and mash seems to have re-vived him. Just need to scrub the layer of muck off before bedtime - you could grow potatoes under his nails I think! Hubby was meant to be working an eight hour shift today, but the sent them home halfway through - perfect timing for casserole, not so perfect for the bank balance.