I came home from various errands to find that the baby robins had flown the coop AND that they apparently had been replaced by a flock of chickens. These are actually my neighbor’s chickens and he DID ask permission before letting them run free. They’re huge. I don’t mind, although they do keep kicking the leaves I use for mulch around. Oh well. Don’t you think they could leave some eggs by my door? They’re big and red and they look rather brainless like chickens do.
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