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As long as those dogs run free, my chickie girls are inside. I just tripped over them all in the kitchen while husband and I were getting a bedtime snack (I work nights). They're so naughty and so darn sweet! I love the way they talk to me with their soft clucks; I swear they ask me questions. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to my girls!! I'm crying at just the thought of losing them.
I'm still trying to wrap my mind around never hearing ducks chattering to me or getting to call out "duck-a-ducks" after I yell "chick-a, chick-aaa" or mimicking Mozzie's crow. Sometimes, my husband and I would be sitting at the computer together by the open window, playing a game and talking, and suddenly we'd hear quacking outside the window like ducks just had to get their two cents in (which made us burst out laughing). Most of all, I miss poultry-on-parade and the way they'd escort me to and from my car and see me off to work every afternoon. I miss opening the bathroom window and watching ducks waddle past and chickens/rooster pick up their skirts and dart around. Two of my hens would always stare at me through the window like they were trying to figure out the puzzle of how to get to me.
I'm still trying to wrap my mind around never hearing ducks chattering to me or getting to call out "duck-a-ducks" after I yell "chick-a, chick-aaa" or mimicking Mozzie's crow. Sometimes, my husband and I would be sitting at the computer together by the open window, playing a game and talking, and suddenly we'd hear quacking outside the window like ducks just had to get their two cents in (which made us burst out laughing). Most of all, I miss poultry-on-parade and the way they'd escort me to and from my car and see me off to work every afternoon. I miss opening the bathroom window and watching ducks waddle past and chickens/rooster pick up their skirts and dart around. Two of my hens would always stare at me through the window like they were trying to figure out the puzzle of how to get to me.