We are all just getting over feeling quite panicky. For about 30 minutes, we had thought we had lost our first chicken. Miss Primrose (sister to Magnolia) was missing. After searching our property, Farmer J (i.e., Chicken Daddy) found his lost sheep (i.e., chicken.) "I thought she was gone!" The children were so excited to see her and Pick-Pick immediately told her, "I was so worried." What was lost is now found. Hallelujah!
PS: The boy chickens (Cockerals) started crowing about two weeks ago... and every morning since then at 5:15 a.m. It's not the "cock-a-doodle-doo" you are imaging. Instead, imagine a pre-pubescent, voice changing, teenage boy chicken crowing. "argg, argg, argg." Either way, it's noisy and we no longer need an alarm clock-- and our children are waking up much earlier than normal. Gotta love our chickens! And we do!!!!
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