What’s for dinner?

Anything but chicken, they say. Actually, I know they love hard-boiled eggs. I haven’t fed them any kind of cooked meat yet, but have read that chickens will eat chicken. Any port in a storm, right?

Jessica joined us for dinner last night and stopped by the coop with a handful of scratch for the girls.


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Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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