Mr. King is the loudest singer out my crew.  He sings right along with the girls.  Bashful sounds like she needs a throat lozenge...she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, the poor thing.  
I love when I'm at the coop in time to collect an egg that was just freshly laid. That warm egg makes me all happy and fuzzy inside.
	
		
			
		
		
	
				
			I love when I'm at the coop in time to collect an egg that was just freshly laid. That warm egg makes me all happy and fuzzy inside.

	
 You know...like human child birth without an epidural!  

