The unfiltered version of owning small farm. Poop, feathers, barefeet and all.
Glory Downs Farm
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
My Peeps Await Me
While standing on m porch looking down at the posse below, I almost broke out some Eva Peron musical numbers. But figuring the chickens were just hungry for some corn- and not a musical, I spared them.
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