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~anastasia after the fact |
Anyway, picked Anastasia up, Milk got situated, hugged A. for a minute and put her on the ground. Almost immediately she began her honking again, and it was so funny--it's pretty chilly this morning, and every time she'd honk (really would remind you of a goose), her breath would come out all steamy. Just made me laugh. Tiny little chicken steam.
In other news, we had five eggs (one from each of them) yesterday. All laying well, and most days we get at least four. Our egg box in the fridge is so pretty with all browny-pinky, sage green and light aqua eggs. Not a white one in sight.
I do love our chickens. Truly Zen-like creatures.