November 28th, 2006



One of the girls is an escape artist. Unlike most chickens, she doesn't mind being alone, sort of marches to her own drummer. We call her Walkabout because, well, she goes walkabout. I can't pick her out in the crowd, but if a chicken is out, it's Walkabout. She had an encounter with a fox in early summer, but I guess that's a long time ago in a chicken's brain.

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