I got a hair cut the other day and the barber insisted I choose my style from the display on the wall. I turned to face the photographic selection of late-1980s hair styles so faded the human eye would be unable to see them correctly if they hadn't been so awful.
I eventually saw a more recent photo of a man on a magazine sticking out of a draw, and asked for that. Naturally the result was nothing like the photo. For £0.80 I'll live.
A baby chicken "imprinted" onto me the other day (it was a late hatchling) and so I'm trying to keep it alive. The main problem with chicks is that if they get cold, they die. During the day that's not a problem and I basically chuck him into the vegetable garden I made, sprinkle a load of food and then occasionally play with him, but at night it gets cold. I'm having to approach mother chickens tucking in for the night, distract them with one hand and stuff the little black baby under her with the other. Both foster mother and child are too stupid to work out my trick, at least so far. I'm about 80% sure this chick will die at some point so I'm not giving it a name.
I won't be updating this blog any more - go to The Penang Blog to see my new and exciting Malaysia blog!
2 comments:
Pictures! Show us evidence of your scalping! Pictures!
Its name is Didgeridoo!
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