Every morning when I get into work I walk by the chicken coop on the way to putting my lunch in the fridge. I am greeted by the excited sqwacking of many chickens. They know what time it is. Time to eat! I always call out to them, "Good morning ladies," but today I fed them for the first time. Perhaps, if I continue to provide their breakfast, I will develop a chicken following.
In other bird news, an orthonologist was consulted regarding the Bobolinks. It turns out that the farm is part of their migratory pattern, but they do not nest on the Eastern Shore. Due to this Spring's unusual weather pattern, they stayed around a little longer this year. Problem solved. Theresa mowed down the yellow clover today.
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