Every once in a while, all four would suddenly go silent. I’d poke my head out to find them all watching a flying insect with laserlike focus. Or, I would realize that a plane or a goose was flying by overhead. It’s a whole big, wide, world out there, ladies. Not that you’ll get to see most of it.
All that fresh air and exercise tired the wee chickens out. Within a few minutes of moving them back indoors, they were snuggled down in their pine shavings and closing their eyes. “Turn off the lights on your way out, will you” Lady M said. OK, not really.
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