no one takes home the chickens

They peep, the chicks, flapping up a cloud of dust with their sienna-colored wings, hopping from one jury-rigged roost to the next in the dog crate I've set up for them next to the rabbit hutch. When I throw chicken feed into the crate, they scratch at the ground with their yellow claws, already powerful,... Continue Reading →

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