Chasing after her brother on his bike. The lot of the 3rd one, eh? Always chasing after the others...
And chicken no.1 has been very busy making a book for her bear. She writes a lot of books, but I thought I would share this one with you. I just loooove her spelling! I'll translate (her words, my spelling).
Raby (pron. Ray-bee) the Rabbit
Raby was only little when his mother died. 'When will I grow up?' He asked.
When you turn 19. When will that be? Lookout! Look - raining sunglasses!
Phew said his father.
Now am I grown up? Yes.
I've just been outside again, and I can hear the zebra finches trilling their little songs to each other - gorgeous!