December 4, 2013
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the coop Not a creature was stirring not even a louse. The feed bags were hung by the coop door with care, In hopes that Chicken Santy Claus soon would be there.Read more
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Sharing an inspired life from the New England seaside. Chickens, Bees, Gardens, Art and Yummy Goodness.