rule number 78.
Never faint in the broiler pen.
I very literally went into the coop Monday because I came home from an errand and could not find my husband anywhere inside or out. His truck was here, his coat was here, the dogs were here...only he was missing. We've talked about the danger of having a medical emergency in the coop and how long it would take before you'd become a protein source.
Turns out the neighbor borrowed him to help hang a new cabinet.
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