Forgot to mention – we lost another chook last night. All five were doing just fine, and when we came home from the park and shops, just after dark, one was lying dead on the bottom of the cage. She was still warm, so she hadn’t been gone long. We’ve got no idea what got her because there was no sign of physical trauma. They are all nearing their expiry date because they only live for a few years, and they’re all 2-3 years old now. Four chooks left…
Kind of a weird ride this morning.
- Split into two distinct halves. From town out through Timor and over to Bet Bet no-one wanted to push hard at all. Once we hit Bet Bet and Chris decided to do some strength training on the first hill back into town all hell broke loose. The pack split into two; I was in the front half and we pushed back into town really hard.
- Gary and I rode yesterday, and he was talking about how some people go out without a water bottle, and how silly that is. Then he turned up today without a water bottle. He was suffering a little so I handed him my bottle to get some water, and when he gaved it back to me I dropped it. There were 8 or 10 bikes behind me, so I gave up on the idea of jumping on the brakes and grabbing it. Neither of us had water from then on…
If there was such a thing as a “2008 dickhead of the year” award, it’s already been decided. No contest.
Who said what?