Practise DOES NOT make perfect.........

Whilst we are not chicks to embrace the 21st century we do think we may benefit from the purchase of GPS or any satellite navigation...... After our 10K trial run practise turned into our 12.8K marathon..... we admit it..... we got lost.....(shh don't tell any body!) After 2 hours of seeing the same duck pond but apparently missing the donkey sanctuary we threw in our sweat bands and headed to to the nearest Frankie and Benny's (which we don't need a sat nav to locate!)
Chick 1 has packed her bags and heading towards Sharm El Paxo.... she will have to keep her wits about her as they are in to spit roast over there.... Chick 2 is in charge of the Ark, all animals and has her cattle prod ready in case Frisky pensioner likes fresh meat whilst Chick 1 is away being stuffed and roasted.
Within only hours to Hatchling 2's birthday and the immanent arrival of Mother Goose.... Chick 1 should be scrubbing floors like Cinderella but has instead confirmed that her eyes are bigger than her car boot as she raced through the village with a willow tree hanging out of her car......Once the tree roots were freshly planted and with some negoiatation with Hatchling 2 on the relocation of his goal posts the tree firmly became a member of the family only for Mr Cluck to arrive home with the results clutched in hand of his allergy tests....... He is allergic to Willow Trees and Chicken Feathers.... Chick 1 still unsure whether to pack a bag or up root the tree.
After Chick 2 held open auditions for her holiday cover running partner.... Both Chicks retired to the pub to discuss the vital statistics of each applicant.... a candidate was selected..... Male, age 22 and  fit with the body of a Buff is just a pure coincidence...... Both chicks dont understand why Mr Peck has got his wattle in a twist.....
Just over three weeks to the Great Midland Run..... Come and Give the Two Women and A Chicken a shout with a party back at the shack.........See you there!

Chicks that lunch.....in all the wrong places!! - is there an App for that?!

This week we came to realise why chickens do not embrace 21st Century technology - not only does it leave you with a pickled egg, a council coop but also you can now track your cockerel ..... especially when they think the grass is greener...... but take note..... Bernard's shag pile is not all its cracked up to be....
Once again no one was hatched or matched this week... but dispatched to the great coop in the sky... (or the usual coffin  - the great black wheelie bin)
24 hours til the big rehearsal for the Great Midland run and a personal best was reached at the beginning of the week when Chick 1 and Chick 2 did the funky chicken out of a pub and refused to pay. Both chicks are hoping for food poisoning to squeeze into their race outfits not long now and counting.
We thought we would support our fellow bird and took a trip to the food poisoning water hole in a local establishment...This rooster didn't know his limp lettuce from his shop bought Tesco value pate and left the two Chicks crowing for chocolate just to get rid of the taste. Freddo saved the day!
Beaky and Dippy are growing strong and have enjoyed two day trips to the wild outdoors whilst dodging the killer cat.
Chick 1 and Chick 2 are currently slumped on the settee and really cant be arsed..... laters!