I was over in the hen house talking to the chooks as I cleaned the roosts and nest boxes.
There were only a few still in the yard the rest were out chasing grasshoppers.
The gang of five were planning their next attack on my vegie garden, I saw a couple head of to the house verandas where they sit on the chairs and listen to the radio (they prefer ABC Classics Radio).
I hope I remembered to shut the house doors. If not they will be inside on the lounge or in the kitchen checking out the compost bucket.
The hens with me in the roosts were the tribal elders; if they were human they would have received the telegram from the Queen years ago. These girls don't travel very far from their home now, they are quite dignified in their movements no flapping and squawking for these old birds.
I babbled on about global warming, explaining to them that if the worst case scenario came to pass we will be sitting on beach front property with large areas of the Clarence Valley water logged and what that would mean for the people who live there.
They listened politely adding a few muted clucks while inspecting my cleaning efforts, then got busy arranging the new nest bedding.
As I walked back to the house I thought that the hens had the right idea, it is no use worrying about what you can't change.
You do what you can and clean up your local chook yard and pressure those in power to take their share of responsibility, all the while remembering the way you decide to live your life has a direct impact on our environment and therefore the planet.