I was exhausted when I got home last night, but very happy to be back in the office this morning. Everything seems familiar and I think I have home sorted out too. This morning at home I met these things called 'chooks'. Mum was collecting funny looking round things, and I thought I would bark at her and them. Mum didn't like that much. She said "OK - into the chook pen with you" and guess what, they are huge! And these feathery things called chooks all agreed that I should be told "don't speak to us like that young man". Phew, was I glad to get out of there. They have very sharp beaks. I have heard that it is great to chase them, but I have a feeling I am not going to be allowed to.