Wednesday, April 1, 2009
One of my work mates is a real Mother Hen and she owns the chooks to prove it. Here are her lovely home made eggs for sale. The chooks are spoilt rotton, the eggs are super fresh and they come in decorated boxes with stories about the gals. The only thing she is missing is a chandeleir for the chook shed, and this is due shortly. I am just grateful to enjoy the cackleberries as my gran calls them.
But I do have to share a scary egg story between Mother Hen (MH)and the Blonde Waif BW) at work:
BW: "How do I get chicks from these (packaged) eggs?"
MH: "You can't. I don't have a rooster".
BW: "What do you need the the rooster for?"
MH: " Well a mummy chook and a daddy chook who love each other very much...."
BW: "Wow, I didn't know roosters had willies!"
and now on that note here are the blocks I have been playing with recently.
The blocks are recycled kids wooden blocks from the op-shop and the images are collaged from old kids story books. The only new thing is the glue and varnish.
And they are even fun to play with