I think one of the things I really like about chickens is how accessible they are.
Like, I was telling my cousin about how I had finally gotten a mille de fleur hen I’d been searching for for two years and she sort of gasped and asked how much I had to spend for it and I told her $5.
I just had to find one, not save up for it.
PICTURES OF YOUR PRETTY HEN PLEASE
Bruiser alternates wildly between being a fluffy little cuddle-magnet and running around screaming about death.
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