So we rocked up to the ute, going via the Rivers seconds store for a couple of shirts for me and some party clothes for The Builder, and in very short order had come away with four chooks, two geese and two ducks (who were VERY, VERY unhappy about being plucked from their cage and dumped in a cardboard box - stamped their little feet like mad, they did). We also came home with Emily, after we had dropped into her place to deliver the barbecue for their housewarming party next weekend.
The chooks and geese are now happily in one run, the new ducks in another, the original ducks are roaming free. Everyone will be allowed to roam free after a fox-restraining fence has been erected. In the meantime, The Builder has reinforced the runs to dissuade the fox from treating Lindsey's poultry as lunch.
Then we all, Ian included, repaired to The Boatshed for lunch, and then for a potter around the shops of Ballarat for supplies.
And suddenly it was evening again. We had amazing sausages made by Lindsey with the chicken left over from Saturday's kievs and settled in to watch The King's Speech. It is unusual for me to watch films, even more unusual for me to watch a film all the way through. But I watched this one and really rather enjoyed it. You can see why it is winning awards.
If, whilst you are in the process of rearranging your vehicle so you can fit in chooks, ducks, geese, people and other paraphernalia, you should inadvertently pierce a forgotten coke can with a spear, you will certainly now about it. Makes a sound like a small cannon, startles everyone within earshot, and sprays an astonishing amount of sticky liquid over quite a distance!!!
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| Sunday lunch at The Boathouse |
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