Hug a chicken
I woke up feeling inexplicably sad this morning. Do you ever do that? It must be a lingering something from a dream.
Though we are having the most awful, depressing weather: relentlessly gray and cold. Like, seriously, heat on at night, everybody back in their sweaters and coats. Something to do with the Gulf Stream faffing around ineffectually. All the wind is coming straight down from the North.
First day of June, my butt.
This is the last week of my chickenology course, and it’s on commercial farming, slaughtering and culling. Well, of course it is.
I’m’a go take a hot bath…
June 1, 2016 — 9:34 pm
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