The Partridge has found a straw and is using it as a pea shooter with the grape pips.
The Doves keep chucking tufts of insulation down the loft hatch.
The dictionary has been confiscated. (Such words are not allowed!)
Can't get on my Pc cos the calling birds are skyping 24/7.
The Geese are demanding a larger pond.
The Swans are getting very territorial.
The cows are all crammed into the garden shed.
And the Dancing school has just rung to ask availability for 9 rooms!!
The Whimps has booked himself into the cattery for the duration.
Forget the Egg Nog
I'm just cracking the eggs straight into a glass and downing the lot.
Oh happy times.