Baby chickens everywhere. It's spring. Mothers have stern words and flapping of wings over their protective circles. Roosters are struggling to keep up with the demand for a watchful eye over the hens as they wander about the grounds. Mothers play groups don't form and there's not a jumping castle in sight. Wattle birds are told to push off in no uncertain terms and the ever present farm cat watches on with more than a passing curiosity. Fortunately farm cat is on a strict diet of more meals than usual as we feed her up to keep her mind elsewhere.
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