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noneofmybusiness
Chirping
These ladies are the remnants of my first flock, and the only ones with names. The one on the right (Pebbles) knows the spot to wiggle through the gap in the wood and wire fence. She comes to the sliding door in the morning. She follows me back to the run after squatting for a attention. If I am holding another bird, she will fly up onto my shoulder (to protest I guess).