I haven’t posted about the chickens, Shelly and Jeanne, for a while.
It’s because I hate them.
They started it. They hated me first.
It doesn’t help that they are so much stinkier and messier than Trish was.
But they do seem more interested in me lately. They haven’t run quite as fast when I come out to give them food and water. And they’ve been peering in the window of the playroom, almost as if they are interested in what’s going on inside the house.
Jeanne and Shelly, Peeping Hens
But as they are looking in, certain someones are looking out.
Dinner!
This does not bode well.
Observe and report 
Lord have mercy…they have gotten huge! How did they survive Brokeback weekend?
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No one bothered them, or even noticed them, but Jeanne did wander out one day. Sophia had to help me catch her, and THAT was pretty funny.
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It’s because when I was watching them I told them to be nicer to you. That you love them. I’m glad they listened.
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Is it just me or do your hens have wheels in that first picture?
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Yes. Don’t all chickens?
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