Mystery Strikes: Grandma’s Fracture and the Vanishing Chickens—What Really Happened?
I went inside, and added “give away rooster” to my to-do list. We will keep the dominant one, of course. Turns out the Brahma rooster and a black hen were missing. It’s easy to get confused just before dawn when you’re still yawning, and when you have nine chickens.
Brian got on the road to head to Florida and I was left to handle the house and farm chores. I’m not a morning person and getting up at 6:30 this morning to take care of farm animals was NOT a pleasant experience for me. The absolutely best part (sarcasm intended) was when a hen stopped right in front of me, lifted her butt, and pooped in my direction. They don’t just drop something on the ground. Oooooh, noooo! They spurt!
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