“I’m telling you, one thing unusual is happening right here!” says Betty in January.
“What has the hooman finished?!” Hilda is aghast.
“Ou nou did she change one thing once more?!” asks Snow White.
“Yuck! New stuff on the ground!” says Gwendolyne, the know all of it.
“What?!! That is so scary!” the women cluck in refrain.
Not everyone seems to be happy about having the cleansing woman go to…
After an extended winter break the women are laying eggs once more by the tip of February.
“That one’s mine!!” says Bertha.
“What?!” asks Hilda.
“No mine!” shouts Gwendolyne.
“What? There’s salad?!” asks Betty.
“No, foolish, the hooman is admiring our eggs.”
“I wish to see!”
“Don’t crowd me out.”
“I’m not! It’s Bertha…
As soon as spring comes, the women get to return out and play so long as I am within the backyard retaining a watch out for hawks.
“What’s the foolish hooman as much as?”
“Calls it gardening, she does.”
“Whaat? Stealing our worms, she is!”
“Worms? What worms?”
“Worms do not develop on useless leaves, foolish.”
“What leaves?”
“Is there any meals on this picnic?!”
“Greatest observe the hooman, she at all times has meals.”
The women have been out taking part in within the wildflower backyard all Sunday in June and I hear them clucking excitedly all the best way to the kitchen.
“Ooh take a look at the beautiful flowers.”
“Attempt the herbs!”
“What herbs?”
“There’s bugs too!”
“I feel this have to be Narnia.”
“You suppose?”
“Greatest women day trip ever!”
Summer season is stuffed with pleased women luncheons.
”Come, come girlies! It’s dandelions for lunch at present!”
“Dandelions?”
“Salad, I feel…”
“Good colors on the veggies!”
“The hooman says 5 veggies a day retains the medical doctors away.”
“What does she know?? We get ten!”
Generally the women come knocking on the door:
“So how about second dinner?!”
“I feel you forgot breakfast..”
“Any snacks inside?”
“And the way lengthy do we’ve to attend on this queue??”
“Is there a queue right here?”
“I’m first!!”
“What’s that hooman doing in there anyhow??”
The women are having Sunday lunch in September with Putte retaining watch.
“He’s good-looking, isn’t he?” coos Bertha.
“Ooh, our Putte is good-looking..!” thrills Snow White.
“I heard the Hooman say she modified his identify, seeing he’s too good for the pot.” (Gwendolyn has all the very best gossip)
“What pot? It’s broccoli at present!” says Hilda.
“Ooh, gossip! I like gossip…” coos Bertha.
“What identify? Pot?” asks Hilda.
“No, Putte. The Hooman mentioned all nasty cockerels are referred to as Putin and Trump, they usually find yourself in a pot.” says Gwendolyn.
“Nicely that is broccoli pricey.” Betty at all times has the final phrase.
By autumn the women are actively concerned in pest management.
“Ooh what’s this?!”
“I need one!”
“No it’s mine!”
“What did the hooman convey us?!”
“Yummy!!”
My very stylish girlies are tremendous enthusiastic about utilizing the much less useful bugs as a sustainable protein supply.
In December the women are having fun with the workplace Christmas get together:
“Hooman says Father Christmas is coming.”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t care, it tastes nice!”
“Apparently it’s a person with a beard.”
“Nooo? I haven’t seen one.”
“Foolish hooman should imply Feather Christmas…”
“That’s Bertha then. Her beard is gorgeous!”
“What Christmas? I need some!”
