Two hens have long lived with the CowNots, and one or both have given us new chickens. Wild chickens. They wander about in the woods and help themselves to cownot chow. We really must lure them over this way, for they're old enough now to be laying, which may be occurring in the woods — snacks for every coon, possum, and 'nake in our corner of the county.
Last night Son4 discovered where these wild chickens overnight.
| How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. ~Psalm 139:17, 18 |
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