Dally ignores my chickens as they happily scratch through the brown grass to the green shoots below. She is baking in the sun, panting at the highs in the ’50˚s! Heated to the mellow, sleep stage, I imagine her simply whispering, “eh? Say, what? huh?”Find me here!
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We’re all ready for that sun-warmed feeling after this winter!