I know what you mean about the chickens. I let mine out most Saturday afternoons when the farmer (Me) likes to suck on a few pints of ale. When I head for the house to get another cold one.... the sneaky little bastards head for the cabbage patch. They sometimes catch me nodding off and........ I think they are charming creatures. I enjoy their company and the composted chicken exhaust grows fabulous vegetables.
Farmer John
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