Coffee and a Green Chicken

Pun Pun, Ban Den, Northern Thailand.

Its 9.30 Tara is driving to England in a motorbike made from a stack of cushions. Lukey  is completely focused  on holding with utmost care a 3 day old green chick.
" My chicken, Mummy?"
"No hun." I smile  as the concept of traveling through Asia raising a chicken flashes through my imagination "The chicken belongs to Bush"
Its Monday and the chick was bought from the Saturday market by 9 year old Ping. She purchased it for 10 baht (40 cents} and chose its colour to be sprayed: a teal-green.. Ping gave it to Bush, a lucky fate as
Bush is the most caring a gentle man you could wish to meet. Bush brought the chick to breakfast. Lukey found the chick and Bush disappeared.  So now we have a chick to care for for the morning..... Chick in the coffee shop. Chick in the garden, chick whilst washing our clothes in the bath... an interesting lesson on only handling chicks with dry hands and why we don't balance jumpy chicks on the edge of the bath. :-)

Tara's motor bike breaks down .
"Mummy!"
"Lukey can you help her?"
Lukey leaps into action full of ideas. He sparks up his train and drives to New Zealand to pick up Grandpa. He's sure to be able to fix Tara's motorbike.

Tara is caring for her doll now. Since Luke persuaded her to change his nappy in Chang Mai her nurturing side has become awakened. "Mummy, you can have three more babies. You can feed two with your boobies and I shall feed one with a bottle."
She has created a babies sun shade from a hospital mask and wraps her baby in  a cotton cloth.  When we need a little nappy cream we say to Tara. " Tara may we have a little of your babies spew?." And she unwraps her baby tenderly, unscrews his lid and gently squeezes some cream out. Then wraps him Up quick before he gets a chill.