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    They put themselves to bed

    In the swiftly gathering dusk two hens crouched by the open coop door. Nervously, they eyed the lengthening shadows. Free ranging was great during the day, but predators lurked closer at night. Chicken #7 was particularly nervous after her chance encounter the The Dog. If only the coop door...
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    At what point does it become abuse?

    I am chief chicken sitter to a continually diminishing flock of eight hens. Seven. Six. Five, four, three, two....
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