My partner needed to go to town today--grocery store thing--and
he literally had to sneak out the back door and down the steps so
his children, oops, chickens, wouldn't see him,
He went to mailbox the other day and all the chickens were flocking
after him, It was so funny. He turned around to come back and
the were 8 chickens staring up at him.
It came a thunderstorm last night--and they were peeping in a very
distressed manner. Blondie was the first to fly over the gate
on porch . By the time he came to rescue them, there were two
waiting to come inside. They couldn't wait to get inside. I can
picture it now--him hanging out in the chicken coop every night until
the chickens go to sleep.
He calls them his "hippie chicks" because of their odd "Tie-dyed"
coloring. He told me they are fans of the Dead.
What next?
All for tonight
Kate Thorn
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