Our neighbour bought us a new chicken, and here you can see the results. Notice the "nest" which was a gift from our friends in Iceland. This chicken is less vouyeuristic than our previous one.
We were courteously invited to a mass the other day, where the locals showed us some moves.
The sermon was on the longer side, and in the local language to boot, so we took a break outside.
Then the fun continued.
Others were equally tired.
They were very excited to see their performance on video.
And of course they gave us a chicken, now we have two!
The kids playing badminton for the first time.
Me, the chicken farmer.
We were courteously invited to a mass the other day, where the locals showed us some moves.
The sermon was on the longer side, and in the local language to boot, so we took a break outside.
Then the fun continued.
Others were equally tired.
They were very excited to see their performance on video.
And of course they gave us a chicken, now we have two!
The kids playing badminton for the first time.
Me, the chicken farmer.
2 comments:
gaman ..gaman ... flottar frettir...haldið áfram
Heil og sæl Vignir og Harpa hænsnabændur Vignir þér fannst nú ekki gaman að moka út undan íslensku hænunum í Stekkum en það þarf nú kannski ekki þarna?Hefur enginn gefið ykkur kind?
Kv mamma(V)
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