Category / chicken in rain

June 10, 2011
Dry Fifi Last night, I could hear distant rumbles of thunder.  I knew the rain was coming.  The sky began to quickly darken.  Another, rumble,  I could tell we were not going to be spared.  I went outside to warn the girls.  I could smell the rain on the summery breeze.  The temperature was dropping.  The girls…

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