Cold weather has been going on for quite a while. The chicken have only
got to go on for as long as it took to to clean the bathroom--it gets a
thorough cleaning daily.
The chickens decided they weren't going to lay eggs outside. Thry
began to come to the door one by one--when we'd open the door,
in they'd strut, Go directly to the bathroom--stand directly in front
o the sink vanity and look up at us, as if to say, "Pick me up, please>"
Of course, we always picked them up, How could anyone say to
such beseeching looks?
I hope they don't expect such treatment come Spring.
Note--These are written in chronological order--but the actual date
they were written was today.
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