Those bold brassy Pizza girls. Every time I go into the garden they come marching after me in a most determined fahion. - reminding me of the great song by Ernie K Doe..
They had noticed me heading down to the leek bed with my fork, and didn't want to miss out on the chance of a free lunch.. They are called the Pizza Girls because when we got this current group of ladies earliers in the year, James decided to call his one Pizza - his obsession at the time. We could nver work out which one it actually was, so they all became Pizzas
Anyway - to warm us up a bit -here is the title song. Hairbrushes at the ready now...
3 comments:
So funny. Your son seems to have the farmer's robust attitude to the naming of animals. We have friends who farm south of Edinburgh, and last year the daughter raised a lamb which she called 'Lamb Chop', because, as she said, 'it would be'.
Thats so funny i can see them waddling along whilst the song is playing !! brilliant x
That song will be going through my head all day now! I can see the difficulty in telling them apart. They look very much our "Little"
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