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    Safari

    Safari I already mentioned that the girls don’t talk in their pen. They simply make noise, lots of noise. If they are not out by 10:30 a.m. it sounds like a twenty peacocks having sex while being pelted with rocks. I’m not kidding. It’s horrendous. I will say I have never heard peacocks...
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    Paris, France

    Paris, France I had been cleaning the back deck and was tired of the chickens getting under my feet begging for purple pudding. Just so you know, that’s blueberry yogurt to you and I. So, Bowie, Farley, and I went for a walk in our neighborhood. Normally, we go out back to a wooded area. They...
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    We can Read!

    We can read! I decided not to tell my husband that hens could talk. I know. Such the right decision. I didn’t want to be sent away just yet. Our morning routine is coffee, dog walk, let the girls out of the coup, feed them, and then read our Bibles. Then, Fred goes off to work...
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    Ms. Hilda and Mr. Fuzzy Face

    I didn’t set out to write this to be entertaining. Someone, somewhere is going through the same thing as me. This is basically a true story. We live in Harmony, Alabama. I am fifty-three years old and I retired early – very early, thanks to a good husband. We have two dogs that rescued us...
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    Previous stalker

    I finally joined. My friends and family are sick of my chicken love. I've learned so much from all of forums and conversations. I look forward to learning much more!
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