chickens, Plymouth Rocks, we think. They have been adopted by Paul and Carol, our good friends and neighbors. They named them Mike and Judy after some mutual friends. They now live in a fabulous condo with two stories and get to roam free in the mornings while Maya, their dog sister, is cooped (ha ha) up. Paul cooks rice and pasta for them and as you might guess, they are incredibly spoiled.
There are no eggs yet and we haven't been invited for a chicken dinner either.
All the Mexicans we knew told us they were chickens from the get-go, but we were in denial. I promise more pictures of them and their fabulous digs soon. We were very happy to know their names were not Lunch and Dinner.
There are no eggs yet and we haven't been invited for a chicken dinner either.All the Mexicans we knew told us they were chickens from the get-go, but we were in denial. I promise more pictures of them and their fabulous digs soon. We were very happy to know their names were not Lunch and Dinner.
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