You can’t take the country out of the girl

Chook, chook, chookies , sitting high on your perch.Heads tucked in your plumage, safe from the storm,while the easterly wind whirls and whines.Blustery gusts, driving showers of rain every which way,drenching your chook house, as nearby branches are bending and heaving in the storm. But you, my girls, without a worry remain silent, without aContinue reading “You can’t take the country out of the girl”