I ran across some old photos of my babies many, many moons ago. Keep in mind I was just a wee little kid thirty years ago and my photography skills weren't all that.
We kept the brooder in the basement.
Quite the barnyard mix.
Their coop was part of an old barn.
You name it, we had it.
And sometimes they even came inside. That's me petting old Tom. One would have to believe the Pabst Blue Ribbon on the coffee table had something to do with how he ended up inside. No one ever accused my Dad of not having fun.
We kept the brooder in the basement.
Quite the barnyard mix.
Their coop was part of an old barn.
You name it, we had it.
And sometimes they even came inside. That's me petting old Tom. One would have to believe the Pabst Blue Ribbon on the coffee table had something to do with how he ended up inside. No one ever accused my Dad of not having fun.
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