My pottery creations on and off the wheel.


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On the weekend I gave my youngest chook to a friend. A little reluctantly because she was my favourite and really young when i got her, and grew into a beautiful healthy looking chook, she was a beautiful orange colour and twice the size of the other three.

Well, as it turns out,  a chook, even a brown shaver is not usually that tall and log legged, and it’s tail does not grow that way, and the combs are not like that, and the other chooks went clucky for a reason.

I didn’t have a beautiful amazonian red haired chook, i had a rooster!!!


Author: Danielle

There are two things that without, I wouldn't recognise my life. One is my cheeky beagle Baxter who answers to all sorts of endearments starting with "B" except his actual name :-) and my pottery. They both make me happy and hopeful.

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