My parents have chickens in their backyard. They lay eggs. Eat all the kitchen scraps. And every now and then they would fly out of the coop and take a stroll around the garden. I swear they must take a dip in the swimming pool when no one’s watching.

Whenever we visit my parents. I pray that there are eggs for us to collect. Callum would flap his arms wildly and point at the eggs in the hutch. It’s so cute.

I’m also trying to teach Callum animal sounds. Cats go meow. Chickens goes cluck cluck. Dogs go woof. But when I ask him what sound does Callum make, he looks at me blankly and goes “Ooo?”.

I can’t wait for his first farm visit.