Bob, my girls like to sit along the edge of the verandah in summer, facing into the wind & letting it ruffle their feathers. When it gets to dinner time they turn around & stare through the glass @ us until I go feed them.
 
Knock Knock

This is no joke. Aurora is now knocking on the door when they see me in the house. Come bring us something or let us in! I have no idea which it might be.
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finally just finished reading every. single. page!

60 likes as well. Thank you very much! I could not figure out at first how I had 64 alerts! Now it makes sense.
 
Knock Knock

This is no joke. Aurora is now knocking on the door when they see me in the house. Come bring us something or let us in! I have no idea which it might be.
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She's telling you what she wants, what she really really wants. Mealy worms ah.

So cheeky and disrupting of tradition! What is a threshold if not a remnant signifier of class divides.
 
Knock Knock

This is no joke. Aurora is now knocking on the door when they see me in the house. Come bring us something or let us in! I have no idea which it might be.
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Omg her face is so funny, her face framed by those feathers like an old fashioned Victorian handlebar moustache! And the photo where she is under the Rose of Sharon Bush shows off her lovely coloring so well—Aurora is a fitting name for a hen of such ethereal beauty.
 

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