CS Hobart host Kelvin
Kelvin’s home was HUGH. His garden was bigger than the house. The house we lived in was a simple one-floor house. Hares were living in his garden. A few fruit trees were planted in the garden. And even a little river! And even a (God knew where it went) RAILYWAY connect to the garden!
The little chicken house caught my eyes in the garden. Kelvin had to go to the village chicken seller to buy some chickens on the first day I came to his home. So I went to the chicken seller with another German guest to help collect some chicks…
It took around 30 minutes’ drive from home to the chicken seller. The farm house was right next to the chicken house. The farmer, his little son and the dogs all came out and welcome us.
The little young son caught the chickens and put them in the cage expertly. The German girl frowned and concentrated to play with the dogs. I was excited to have an opportunity to catch some chickens! I always saw the chicken sellers caught a chicken and kill it in the wet market in Hong Kong. Now I finally got a chance to catch my own chicken, haha! It wasn’t that difficult to catch a chicken as long as I grabbed its legs and turn over its body.
I looked at this fat-young-yummy chicken in my hand and asked Kelvin, ‘This is our dinner tonight?’
Kelvin rolled his eyes and said, ‘These chickens are not for eating, they are for eggs!’