I went out to the hen house to wake up my birds and share an English muffin with them. I opened their little door and popped my head in and said good morning to them(in their native chicken language), they flew off their perch flapping their stupid wings, covering me and the English muffins with chicken dust. I gave them one to split and I sat with them and ate mine. Moments like this are what I'm thankful for. Sitting in a pile of chicken poop, in my pajamas and slippers, 20 degrees outsides, just me and me mates.
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