We interrupt the Beth and Eddie story with a brief word from our chicken.
Trish has not made an appearance in a while, either on this blog or in real life. It’s been too darn cold, and she has been holed up in her coop. I wanted to make sure she was OK, so I went out bearing a seed treat for her. She charged out of her coop and flew up onto my arm like some kind of parrot.
We now return you to our regularly scheduled blogging. Part III will appear tomorrow.
Observe and report 
I love your chicken. I don’t know her. But I love her.
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Two weird birds.
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