I wonder what’s in store for me each morning when I wake, impossible to believe the noise that I can make, this pristine white and silky black will all soon disappear,  as I get into the chicken poo and mud that’s  out the back, they say my  name is Panda and when they call I should run back, but lot’s of things along the way my concentration they distract, I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it, it’s  just a matter of  time, but til then I’ll just chase the hens and enjoy this life of mine!!  


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