All of our 19 chickens are Bard Rocks, except for one Rhode Island Red. We call her Pretty, which is short for Pretty Pretty Hen. No point in not having favorites.
Her latest thing is flying/flopping over the chicken fence, which is something like a flimsy soccer net, to explore the rest of the world. But she can't get back in, no step to jump off, and so she runs herself into the net over and over, trying to get through. 1. This is funny. 2. We are even funnier, because one of us always runs over, doing baby voice ("what a pretty girl!") to throw her back over. 3. Chickens have brains the size of what, raisins? We're clearly LOSING.
My Favorite Things
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No, this is not one of the Oprah-esque lists where I tell you about A Few
Things I Love, which turn out to be $400 slippers and a box of 22k gold
toothpick...
6 years ago
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