ere at Lush Places, we are in mourning. For a chicken. Little Linda has died. She was perfectly fine in the morning and ate up her breakfast with customary gusto. She attacked her sisters, which was her favourite thing to do, before making a mess of my garden and pooping everywhere. Then she started panting and 20 minutes later was dead. Greg dug a grave for her under the alder trees where
Laid to rest
Feb 19, 2023
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