Life on the farm
An email from my sister:
4 days agoOne of the chooks escaped on Saturday. I wasn’t here but someone didn’t block the gate off. When I got home on Sun morning found there was only 3 chooks. Looked everywhere but couldn’t find her. I was so upset. I had to go and pick Joel up and as I was pulling out the driveway looked up the street and saw my chicken crossing the road! I know … I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere. Anyway I drove up and bundled her in the car and brought her home. Next day another one escaped over the vacant block out the back - the neighbour threw her back over the fence. We’ve blocked off where I think she may have got through. These chooks will be the death of me!!!
Postcards from my Mum: Part VII
Background: I told my mum I “donated my body to science” - she can be very literal sometimes.
Me: A friend is working on a study on how to improve the cochlear implant so recipients can hear pitch and tone better
Mum: What happens if your cochlear isn’t working properly when you kick the bucket?
Me: It’s an electronic device mum, not a dead person’s inner ear.
Mum: Well, how can they tell if the electronic device is working if you’re dead?
Me: They generally don’t give the device to corpses, mum
Mum: Well, what do they want your body for?