I miss the sound of chickens. Our neighbors used to have a small flock of birds that they kept for fresh eggs. Occasionally we would hear their clucking and cooing during the day, but mostly we would forget they were there until their rooster heralded the dawn. The chickens are gone now, likely a tasty dinner for a fox or coyote... and we have to get our eggs from a different vendor. I call this Rhode Island Red "Chaunticleer" from The Canterbury Tales.
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