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Flea

Fowl Things Are Afoot

Mary Ann. Eats anything she can get her beak on. She's even started jumping for food, like a dog.

Mary Ann and Ginger. My Hunny thinks he built vegetable beds. They know better. Their own personal tanning beds.

Goof Ball and Mary Ann. I can't convince the boy not to bring chickens into the house!

Peep does NOT approve of Fred and Bessie. More's the pity.

Roger and Little Jimmy Dickens. I think they doubled in size daily for the first month. Silky-soft and thick with feathers. Roger's quack is quite loud when he feels abandoned. Like when I go in to fill his water bottle ...

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Flea

Chicken World

We're having a blast with these chickens. Two eggs a day (Ginger and Caramel), poo everywhere, straw to muck, flies ... Don't EVEN get me started on the flies.

We love them. Obviously.

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Flea

Peaceful Morning

The back porch is so peaceful in the mornings. Peep on my lap, or preening near my feet. The girls in the compost pile, scratching for bugs. Roger and Little Jimmy Dickens playing in puddles I've made for them.

Roger and Little Jimmy Dickens? Why, they're my birthday ducks. Aren't they darling? They're about a month old now. Ornery and independent, waddling and quacking everywhere they go.

Y'all know we live on less than half an acre? In a cul-de-sac. In the suburbs. You, too, could have chickens and ducks. Stinky creatures to entertain you.

On a sad note, Polish is a rooster, through and through. He went to a new home. And he's not a Polish rooster, but a Brabanter, some kind of ancient Dutch chicken that's rare. How he wound up in Oklahoma is anybody's guess.

Back to my biddies. Y'all have a great day!

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Flea