So today we're outside because it's finally gorgeous on a weekend here in Western Oregon.
I'm at the back of the property and I see feathers. I think to myself "Something has killed a chicken!"
This immediately doesn't tally with reality...none of mine are missing.
Oh wait. That's where husband processed meat birds last month.
I'm at the back of the property and I see feathers. I think to myself "Something has killed a chicken!"
This immediately doesn't tally with reality...none of mine are missing.
Oh wait. That's where husband processed meat birds last month.