I have lost my mobile phone.
I can’t remember when I last saw it (they don’t really work here so it is not as though it is surgically attached to me like you folk south). I had reached the point when I was turning everywhere upside-down. Today, it was the feed shed’s turn.
I had help. Muchos help.
While I was looking, I decided to chuck all the buckets outside to give the “helpers” something else to do rather than clamber inside my shed offering assistance. There is not much room with me, them and the feed bins.
Taktur and The Minions were intrigued by my endeavours.
BeAnne, of course, was the school playground monitor. As always, she appointed herself.
I didn’t find my phone. So I am still looking and trying to backtrack.
By the way, if you are wondering how big The Minions are, here are some comparison photos with a normal sized cockerel.
So basically, the rule of thumb is two cockerels equals one Minion.
Maybe two and a bit, depending on who you are!
By the way, has anyone seen my phone?