Jeff decided it was time to say goodbye to our rooster. So, Saturday he loaded him up (in a tiny box might I add) and took him back to the feed shop. Much to our surprise, this was pretty devistating to Big Sister. When we sealed up the box, she asked, with a small quiver "Is he coming back?" When I told her no, that's when the waterworks began!!! It was so sad!
Now he's gone and coincidentally we've had our first hen kill of the year! YIKES!!! Hmmmm...makes you wonder!!!
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mmmm... I love fried chicken, and yes "you" is a preposition.
ahh, so sad! i liked hearing him crow.
First off, I didn't know that you had a rooster and I can't believe it!! Second, poor baby girl. You're going to have to get her a new animal to love on!
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