Good morning from the chickens


“Clucking”  after I have fallen from my roost last night as the trees sways thought the wind of that terrible storm. This morning its a joy to see how the sun as with its risen exciting rays


Pointing them all over the yard, from the roof top to the green lawn unto neighbors yard. I feel the wind blowing my feathers and the sun boring through my skinny old skin.
What a superb morning after a tragic night.
Good morning cocks and chicken.
How do you do?
Hopefully you didn’t have my ordeal but what an old hen like me worried about, I’ve been through worst.


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