Cling ons

For those people that read these teenage Village ramblings...... I must say that not everything in Welsh country life is fluffy, quaint and sweet....
Tea time was a case in point....for three quarters of an hour I spent a tedious and rather mucky time pulling knots of smelly cling ons from the bums of 10 baby chickens....
oh the glamour........

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