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| ~piglet |
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| ~milk |
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| ~madelyn |
I had tea, and they ate cracked corn, but kept eyeing my tea tray. They wanted my bowl of oatmeal, and weren't shy about it. I do love mornings out in the backyard, though, with the chickens doing their chickeny thing and I can sit and enjoy the quiet. Always nice as long as it lasts.
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| ~the illustrious henhouse |
