We got chickens. Six as of this writing. One died but Karie’s father is convinced she was murdered…by the other chickens. We have been asking around and we did find a syringe…

With chickens come eggs. Lots of eggs.

With eggs come omelets. We are so sick of omelets.

In fact, we are sick of eggs in general. We now through them at cars going too fast down our road.

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