When the moon is full...

GAWD! I have absolutely no doubt, that when the moon is full, the creatures around here go CRAZY!

Last night was a 100% full moon - Tues 17th May. The dog ripped apart the chicken fence again and you can guess what happened; the cat went nuts and did poopies on the floor (which she hasn't done since she was a tiny thing); The kids were OUT OF CONTROL; Mamma Bear couldn't sleep for a milion dollars, (intrestingly though, I had obviously cut some z's during the time of the chicken massacre). I woke up at around 4am-ish to a brooooook brooook outside my bedroom door, and knew in an instant it was an escapee chicken. With Wilfred outside I knew the outcome wouldn't be pretty. I jumped and woke up so quickly that I put my back out, and I had to ask Mark to go and take a look for me. He casually put wilfred on the chain and jumped back into bed... (Thanks for your contribution Papa) *please note facetiousness* Mark had to head off to the airport for a business trip to Queensland at 5am this morning so AGAIN, the mess was left to me... almost unable to breathe with a pinched nerve near my shoulder-blade.

So with Mark gone this morning... I woke up to the dreaded task of dealing with yet another gruesome scene in the chicken pen. To my surprise initially, I hadn't been able to locate any remains - but it wasn't long before I saw the first piece of evidence! A FOOT... A CHICKEN'S FOOT! That's it, that's all I have found that's left of our two, new little chickens. I have been in the backyard all morning with wheel-barrow, gloves, hammer and staples, nails and HUGE boulders trying to repair, what clearly seems to be a pathetic excuse for a chicken pen. On a lighter note our chicken with an endless supply of lives - Lucky LUCY CHICKEN, has managed to escape the carnage once again. So... for now, I am banning anymore chickens/animals in general until there is a serious overhaul of the chicken pen. This perpetual nonsense is becomming not only exhausting, but expensive to boot... and in adition to this, I am THOROUGLY SICK AND TIRED of having to be the one to pick up the mess after EVERY full moon. The last couple of times this has happened has always been around the time of the full moon, so it is clearly the catalyst for the carnage every month.

This is my action plan; keep Wilfred tied up during EVERY full moon phase; repair chicken pen to be completely dog-proof; research deterant alternatives to try and save Wilfred from a chicken-serial-killer stigma... ( I can't go near that dog for at least two weeks after a "Kill" knowing what he has done, AND what he has eaten... EWWWWW - EVERYTHING!)

In the meantime, we are going to have to forfeit our backyard eggs for some other local ones for a good while, 'cause I'm not doing this ANYMORE!!! Poor Wilfred, It's not his fault he is a naughty boy. He's just doing what Wilfreds do I suppose!

Now to finish off the day with Horse-riding and open night at school- ugh, I really just want a nice long bath.

Thanks for listening to "Whinge on Wendnesday"!
I hope your day has been heaps better than mine x t