Tonight marks the point in our new lives as a chicken family where we no longer have a tubby full of sweet fluffy girls brought in for the evening to fill our living room with warm, contented coos and gentle, placating trills. In the middle of the night, when I stumble to the kitchen for a drink of water, I'm going to miss those hopeful soft churps tempting me to lift the lid for some sleepy snuggles...our babies are all grown up .
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