When we were at the farm in North Wales last week, David and I had a really good laugh. I have probably told you before about the flock of chickens that go round the caravan field looking for bits, and coming in our awning to drink Sam's water. Well, I was just parcelling up a load of rubbish to take to the recycling, when we could hear the man in the campervan next to us saying "Oh do p---off, go on, p---off". Well the guy and his wife were sitting at a folding camping table, and as they were eating their tea, they were surrounded by about 10 or 11 hens, all clucking and almost asking for food! I went out with the rubbish, and our neighbour said "If these darn birds don't p--- off, we'll all have Kentucky Fried for supper, and that's a promise!"
I discovered later, that his wife had been feeding the hens, so of course they thought they were onto a good thing!!
As far as I am concerned, they can stick to Sam's water!!
Best wishes - Joyce.
