You know what, my chook’s gone! It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch… the bloody thing managed to squeeze out of the smallest gap around the top of the cage, and has flown the roost, so to speak. Drat.
I can add that to the litany of bad fortune that has befallen me this week, including (a particular low point…) notification that once again I haven’t made it to the cut for the Bundanon Trust residencies. * sigh *