Three are White Leghorns, three are Golden Comets.
They were cute and fluffy for a while.
Now they're gangly, scrawny, half-grown chickens.
You're not pretty.
Well, you're kind of pretty.
Mom, can I hold my chick? You've gotta catch it first.
You can't hide in there forever, you know...
Oh, yes we can...
Dozing in the sunshine
1 comment:
What fun!!
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