These are the ducks who broke through the pen wall.
Who, zigged and zoomed through the blustery wind.
These are the squatters who took up residence in the garage.
Happy with their fortune, that the door had been blown clean off its hinges.
These are the insatiable devouring fiends, who ate through 25kg of feed.
Beach whale moans, they made, as I went out to feed them this morning.
These little blighters had nursed quite a stomach ache.
Now, I am left with the mess... oh the mess... and that spare bed we put in the shed... let's just say nobody will ever want to stay the night on that mattress again.