I enjoy the view outside my kitchen window. Since the Plum massacre, it has become somewhat of a necessity. The chickens are often visible, brainlessly pecking around or cooling off in the birdbath. But I feel like a teacher on a field trip: head count... re-count ... one more time... making sure all are still present. Peep? Check. Pip? Check. Lavender? Check.
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