On my way home, I saw these chickens pecking away in the yard. I don't live in the country, so I imagine these chickens got loose from a backyard cage. We ate chicken pot pie to honor the lost chickens.
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4 comments:
My neighbour keeps chickens, and I can hear them clucking softly most of the day as I work in my home office :-)
Nice way to honor the chickens in that yard!! Eat their cousins. Smile. I am like that with food too. Can't get sentimental about it.
Chickens are funny. They just are.
how awesome! i love chickens!Check out my latest post i gave you an award!!
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