Whimsy and Hugs!
Still here. Nothing really exciting to post here from Meadow Lane. This photo reminds me of the chickens we had when I was a little girl. I had the job of feeding them, watering them, and getting the eggs. I had the idea that they deserved a few of their own eggs, so I always gave them a couple every day. By the way, chickens LOVE raw eggs! ewww? One night I learned my dad was going to take a few to the meat locker the next day, so I ran off and cried.... deep in the back of the chicken house under their roost I sat with my old girls hugged in my arms, bawling my eyes out. I heard Mom calling me. I guess she heard me crying because suddenly the door swung open, and there stood both my parents. All I remember is I had to take a bath (because chicken roost) and all my clothes got soaked... and those old hens lived here.... forever.... until their old-age, dying days... Nobody had to go to the meat locker. The end.
p.s. I MIGHT have been a little spoiled. lolol I prefer to think they saw the glory of the chickens and the error of their ways.
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