Sentences with phrase «chook at»

PS We also have a sick chook at the moment who has a slight stagger and other symptoms that might put you off your breakfast.

Like the moment my dog Charlie trotted inside from the garden and dropped a piece of one of my murdered chooks at my feet... bone, flesh, feathers...

Not exact matches

I have angus cattle, chooks and dogs, I also grow organic fruit and veg which I sell at local farmers markets.

The chooks are coming home to roost at last, and we will be able to pick them off the roost.

The fair is held at a local independent school with the most teeth - gnashingly enviable playground, complete with chooks.

TONIGHT»S MENU: Sprog 2 won the «lottery» at school on Friday, which entailed a bag of produce from the school veggie patch, so I'm turning the proceeds into a roast chook stuffed with lemon, olives & herbs, with some creamed silverbeet on the side.

After 20 years in the same workplace and eight years running weekly magazines, I decided to call it quits and spend some time at home with my two daughters, 8 chooks and nervous husband.

He told me my surviving chook is mothering 11 chicks at the cousin's place.

I've been experimenting with recipes that use leftover mashed potato, as the chooks turn their noses (sorry, beaks) up at it and waste makes my chest all tight.

Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.

At least with chook lotto you don't have to sit in a smelly pub, next to some toothless old crone to play it:)

I sent a craven apology email at 6.25 am earlier this week assuring them the offending chooks would be gone by Friday.

I recall being served at dinner the crooked neck of one of our chooks that survived a fox raid years ago... errrk!

At the fourth attempt — I was up to 10 eggs by then, good thing I've got chooks — things were starting to get a bit heated (for both me and the stick blender).

A trip to Woolies followed so we could get the makings of BBQ chook sangers, which we ate on the couch while the fur babies stared longingly at us through the sliding door window.

(I've sworn off carbs and there was nothing non-carby in the house to eat, I even checked under the chooks» bums at dawn.)

PS I've been blogging about chook dinners at Village Voices.

The chooks are squeezing out eggs at a dizzy rate this summer so I've been searching for ways to put them to use on the dinner table.

My nan always had a boiled bird in the fridge and my favourite brekkie at her place was a toasted sanga with chook, butter and mayo.

Instead, the show was about the pavilions: marvelling at the sheep and the chooks and the alpacas; feeding the roaming goats and lambs in the farmyard exhibit; watching as baby chicks hatched from their eggs; gawping at the Hungarian pullis in the dog judging arena; watching a wood - chopping heat; grinding wheat into flour and making pasta in the fresh produce area; being awed by the 700 kg plus pumpkin...

This morning I didn't feel much like making chook cupcakes, I didn't feel much like making anything at all, other than lying on the couch skulling Diet Coke.

My parents weren't into pets, but my grandmother had a menagerie of creatures that we enjoyed during school holidays — ducklings (that turned out to be geese), guinea pigs, a cockatoo, Choo Choo the dog, magpies they fed every morning and evening... Loved it... then I ended up with six chooks, two fish, two rabbits and a dog at one point...