The other morning while I was reposing near the garden and reading my scriptures, our little black & white hen hopped up into my lap and settled in. It was quite unexpected and oddly heartwarming. I haven't had a pet {that I've liked} for a long time, but I'm finding that I'm becoming rather fond of these little biddies. They're useful. Low maintenance. Entertaining. And, unbelievably, affectionate. Besides, there's something so striking about a black, white and red hen standing on an expanse of emerald grass. Lovely.
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Okay, so birds make me ill. And scared. But that picture is beautiful! I love the colors of that chicken! If I'd had one like that growing up, I'm sure my feelings towards the creatures would be a lot warmer. :)
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