A girl and her chicken.
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It’s Post-About-Chicken day, apparently!
I like it…it moves me. Moves me to wonder why and what, but that’s neither here nor there.
That’s hilarious! Did you go on to eat your little friend?
Flicka, you kill me!
I really don’t know what to say.
I stop by your blog for a quick little humorous pick-me-up and I’m confronted with this disturbing image.
I hate chickens.
As a young girl I was frequently chased by a neighbor’s rooster named Sneakey Pete.
First the hobos, now this.
I’m not at all sure I can come back.