This morning, I was awoken by my chickens carrying on in a way I'd never heard. Bobby kept nudging me til I got up to see what the commotion was all about. Then before I could get out of bed I heard this blood curdling squawk and was afraid a hawk had gotten one of my hens. I ran to the porch to see what was happening, and not a chicken was in site. They were hiding!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Morning Breakfast Guests
Bright, then not so "Chipper"
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