Our youngest had an enormous chunky chunder in the chilly wee hours of the morning, and it was a beauty. SH snored soundly while I removed doonas, doona covers, sheets, pillow cases, pillow protectors, pillows, mattress protectors, electric blankets, Dunlop Volleys (what the…?), and a rug (OH yes…it was a beauty!) and chucked it with all it’s chunky grossness (this child doesn’t chew!) out the back door to be dealt with once the sun rose. I LOVE living with a nice bit of space and where the people know I’m quite crazy and don’t blink twice if I throw an entire bedroom onto the frosty grass in the middle of the night.
By the time I was done getting the sick child settled on the lounge, cleaning the spew, washing my hands 72 times and stokeing the fire – the new chooks out the back were making antsy noises, so I let them out to free-range early and went back to my electric blanket to thaw my frozen toes.
Fast forward to 9am, when I went out to the pile of chunky bedding on the back grass, to find it decidedly…unchunky. And three very interested hens hoping I might shake out another tasty chunk or two…
Fresh eggs for brekky anyone?