Ear worm: Cibo Matto. I know my chicken. You’ve got to know your chicken.
I had the best little backyard chickens. I’ll have some again, one day. I really miss them—especially my little golden Carrie Brownstein who was the smartest, sweetest, friendliest chicken who laid the hugest eggs every single day. Even in the winter. She never missed a day. She was like a sweet puppy. She could jump on command and would follow me around, asking to be scratched on the neck and chest. So smart. Chickens are intelligent, fascinating, and beautiful creatures.
I drew on a plastic bin cover that protected their food.
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