There is a hole in the garden where the chooks used to be – a hole, dear Liza, a hole… The hen hoose and the last… Read this Post in fullDear Liza Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...