I went in to change the two water drinkers, add some corn to the feeder, and chuck some greens down.
Of course, it’s not helped by having to negotiate past a Land Rover, a Land Rover roof on its side, and a bucket of sand strategically placed between the two.
Anyway on the last trip I was busy pouring water from a watering can into the difficult drinker when I suddenly realised I had forgotten to put on – Wellingtons.
I was standing there in flip flops. In chicken shit and straw, and then water when the drinker slowly fell over.
And now the gas won’t work for a hot shower. My shoes, feet, trousers and hands are covered in chicken shit.
Still it’s hot enough anyway here so a tepid one is no bad thing.