Myrtle was marching up and down the path between the coop and the gate just as it was getting dark. Funny how the back of a chooks neck can radiate impatience and disapproval.
Maud was already on the perch and Madge was kicking the neatly banked shavings around the coop.
My crime? I was late providing their corn and the pop hole and front door were still open
Must do better tomorrow.
Maud was already on the perch and Madge was kicking the neatly banked shavings around the coop.
My crime? I was late providing their corn and the pop hole and front door were still open
Must do better tomorrow.
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