Things We've Found In Pockets, Oh Dear...

A LOT of Toco sand. In the dryer. Poor dryer.

One Dead IPod Shuffle. Oh dear.

Granola Wrapper.

Shells.

Beach Glass in Blue and Green.

And things I found in my inbox: Some seriously excellent chicken-catching ideas, which may or may not work but will be given due attention. So far, we've caught NINE of them using the "sneaking-up-under-cover-of-darkness-and-grabbing them-by-the-leg" technique and the "noose-around-the-neck" technique. Saturday night, Chris caught one using an original dive-tackle technique, and I can't remember when I've laughed so hard. A newly-caught chicken makes such a racket of strangled cretaceous yells that it's easy to believe, when hunting them in the backyard jungle of the night, that they are closely related to velociraptors. Which they are, you know.

Many thanks to our young chicken-catching assistants; Mikey, Jesse, Chas, Sam and Max. Who thundered through the garden weilding their torches like strobe-lit hunters, yelling "QUIET!" "HE'S OVER HERE!" "NO HE'S NOT!" And to Sean and Chris, who yelled "STOP SHINING THAT TORCH IN MY EYE!" and sweated buckets in an effort to de-chicken the yard. Keep up the good work!

Only 78 chickens (approx.) left to go! If we could get Samba the dog into the chicken-catching action in a USEFUL way, she would be a boon. At the moment, her retriever instincts kick in after the catch has succeeded and she tries to overexcitedly retrieve the chicken from our grasp. She is enjoying herself tremendously, rushing around at night helpfully getting in the way and regretting it the next day. She looks at me as if to grumble "I'm too old for this."

The other interesting thing in my inbox was a link to BC Pires Blog! I didn't even know he had one. I bet you didn't either, or you would have told me, surely. Thanks, Diana!

So what about you, internetties? What have you found in pockets? And is there anything good in your inbox?