I have a very tiny bathroom. Why am I sharing this?
Well, the point is that at some time in the next few days I am going to be sharing my very small bathroom with my three chickens.
Look, if it was just going to be a category 1, I’d let them stay in their coop. But it’s looking like a 4 now. Here’s a quick scientific reference for those of you unfamiliar with storm categories:
I have nowhere secure to put my chickens, apart from my bathroom. I have a car port, not a garage. And my verandah, although secure against burglars, is not secure against cyclones. So the bathroom it is.
I hate cyclones, because basically it means being locked in my house with a bunch of increasingly stir-crazy cats. And now every trip to the bathroom will be an adventure in chicken-wrangling.
I feel like I have everything else under control at the moment, and I’m as organised as I can be… and then I look at the chickens, and I think of my tiny, tiny bathroom, and I wonder how awkward it’s going to be trying to pee with a chicken on my lap.
I’ll keep you all posted!