from my daughter
My daughter keeps chickens. Well, one chicken now as the rest have passed on to that great Granary in the Sky.
The remaining hen, Dot, got lonely without her coop mates and one day she followed the dogs into the house. This became a habit, with Dot joining the family daily.
She’s my kin and comes by this stuff naturally. (The daughter, not the chicken.)
Today she wrote,
The remaining hen, Dot, got lonely without her coop mates and one day she followed the dogs into the house. This became a habit, with Dot joining the family daily.
She’s my kin and comes by this stuff naturally. (The daughter, not the chicken.)
Today she wrote,
One day you are a normal person, the next you are letting in the chicken when she asks.
