Postcards from New Zealand: Day Three

We live in a nice little shack behind the house of a friendly family. In their backyard, they have a trampoline, a treehouse, and some chickens. Today, I came out of the bathroom, and there were two chickens standing in the middle of our living room. It was easy to make them go back outside, but they had left us two nice little chicken poops on the rug. This is why I am always saying, "Chickens, go back inside your chicken fence," even though Aldo tells me the fence is to keep chicken-eating-creatures out, not chickens in. But anyway, what good is a fence that keeps chicken-eating-creatures out, if the chickens are also out? Chickens, go back inside your chicken fence.