What if? What if because of being Only One, you decided to weave yourself in? and What if they didn't mind? And you became the Lead? Talkie. a Chicken. a single Chicken became a part of the herd this morning. Not just a part of the herd, but the one that went Ahead. First. With Goats, someone always needs to go first. and with this herd, first is always up for grabs. Talkie took it. She also lays one egg a day.
Yay for Talkie the lead chook!
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integration. the composition of peace.
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What if all beings forgot about their differences and lived in cooperation and harmony.
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Chickens do seem to like to take charge. Thinking of Little Red Hen.
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We saw on the news that one goat decided to go walk about and all the others followed. They were a crew of rental goats used to tame landscape and the “walk about” was into a residential neighborhood where they enjoyed the flowers and trees until they got corralled and returned to the travel trailer..
I think you have the basics for a very nice illustrated children’s book here Grace. Talkie Takes Charge.
Who knows what adventures Talkie and the Goats could have going forward.
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Talkie, an opportunist, a survivalist. How far and wide do you need to look for her egg?
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What if the goats laid the eggs!
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she is just so funny. All day, every day, my words to Tay are No Chicken. She is believing. She rarely looks Talkie’s way. But still. I remind. No Chicken.
But Talkie simply goes about. How chickens do, scratching, investigating, just going.
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to integrate. i will look that word up
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it could happen. i am witness to that
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i think she feels the same size as a Goat
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maybe i’ll work on that with Julian, the great grandson
Talkie is his chicken. He gets back from his dad’s in
New Jersey on Tuesday
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it’s right there…in a pile of hay just outside the Bought chicken house, a pile of xcess hay. She’s made her nest so smooth and perfect a bowl. There are the two porRceline eggs we got her so she wouldn’t feel sad. Every day, she sits a while, i guess during or after laying her egg.
Right there. You go to give her chicken food stuff and new water in her gravity feed water thing and hang out with her a little, she likes to peck at my scabs, and then just there, in that hay, her dear egg
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wouldn’t that be IT??????????
we still harbor the hope for Milk. Talk of breeding in November. A whole other THING, kidding and milking…but.
Eggs would be easier
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