Oh dear, Mum's hooked

There we were, one of us broody, one of us pretending to be a goose, and the other one sauntering round thinking that maybe an egg might be laid ... or not, and then Mum comes back and tells us that she has booked more lessons on that four legged thing that smells of poo (like us, but we only have the two legs, and you can't ride us).  Apparently she enjoyed her horse riding lessons so much that she has booked more.  Here she is at the end of her lesson (she's the one on the right).

As long as she doesn't start to tell us to gee up, we think we'll be OK.

Fried, Egg and Spoon xxx