Yesterday, Lucky the chicken ran out of luck. She flew (I am guessing) to the wrong side of the fence, where our not so nice to chickens dog was waiting for a mid morning snack. I got to pick up what the dog didn't devour, which wasn't much. Can I mention it wasn't really what I wanted to do 38 weeks pregnant, but I decided it would be better than having the school kids see it when they got home and went to gather eggs. (I say kids because my nephew and our neighbor girl come home with Lilly on a regular basis.)
So, guess what I am doing this weekend? Painting and finishing the chicken coop!
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