"I like people who get excited about the change of seasons, the sound of the ocean, watching a sunset, the smell of rain and starry nights"
—Brooke Hampton
I spent a huge chunk of my childhood days down in the chook pen doing nothing in particular. Chatting to the each aptly named chicken and just simply daydreaming.
Gosh, I LOVED it.
This one time I went to collect the day's egg haul. There was a few and I just couldn't carry them all back. So, naturally, I decided the pockets of my jacket would be perfect to carry said haul home. It was not. I got to scrap 2 or 3 crushed eggs out of my padded jacket pocket.
