Corrie & Comfrey's Kitty Tales

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

BB Stands For Baby Bantams But Could Mean Other Things As Well

Last night's steak was everything Myself could have hoped for. And I helped with the preparations which meant that quite a few small pieces fell to the floor in front of Me. Sausage Casserole today. Not sure what that is but will undoubtedly find out.

Oops 1. TB was chasing OLAHF - or was it the other way round? Hard to get to grips with the situation - (incredibly muddy the pair of them ended up) and banged into the BB's pen. Which overturned. Which meant that all those BB's escaped. All over the place. Oops 2. Tried to round them up but they weren't having any of it and scattered. Right into the path of Our chickens which He had let out. Oops 3. Ours decided in a split second that the BB's were unwelcome and attacked. The noise was incredible. The feathers flew everywhere. Some of the BB's gave as good as they got too. Nasty little things they are even though so tiny. Myself and OLAHF made a hasty exit. TB stayed to help but gave up when it remembered how sharp the BB's beaks are. Sat down in the mud and howled. (Think it knew it would get the blame.)

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