Cold Chickens…

My married son and co-founder of Window to the Wild a non profit organization dedicated to training wildlife for public education, sent me a text today,

‘Cold Chickens…’

It read

And below it this picture:

Chickens

of three of their layers clucking around in their Tiny House.

I re-texted,

‘No…spoiled rotten chickens!’

‘Yes…that’s true.’

He tapped back.

 

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