Nothing says "I love you, sister-in-law" quite like a chicken running into a bedroom at 9:15 in the morning.
Oops. Escapee from the kitchen where I was looking at her to make sure she was ok (had two matted feathers).
She was giggly (the sister-in-law, not the chicken. The chicken was freaked out.).
Saturday, July 7, 2012
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