June 17th, 2011
The chicken coop is a favourite place of mine, home to feathered friends of many colours, coo-ers all, and the freedom, smells and silence of the ranch laid all around this pleasant shack. With twilight upon us, the ladies and I embarked on a clandestine adventure this evening.
We are well used to playing music together, me singing and plucking, them cooing and clucking, but tonight, we were joined by Mr. Microphone, smuggled in with a naughty sparkle in the eyes of a certain human female.