If there's a better noise - other than listening to Leonard Cohen's Darkness, Edwards Sharpe and Magnetic Zeros Home or an empty 5ft wave sweeping through Wategos as you paddle out, I've yet to hear it.
However, the girls are not happy.
Breaking into a running start as i open their hutch door that would impress Pharlap, they scurry about eating their breakfast of pancakes (I regularly have friends over for a Sunday brekkie so the gals get the leftovers) and pellets during a break in the rain, they then duck under the hen house when it pelts down.
The sight of their cross little faces never fails to amuse.
However, as soon as the sun comes out, they dash about gobbling down unwary worms and insects.
And as it's Sunday, at 1pm they will be listening to their favourite radio show, Dirty Deeds.
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