Dad was trimming the wings of some of our chickens with the hatchet so they wouldn’t fly out of their enclosure, and one of them was squawking and fussing. “Don’t worry, little chicky, I’m not gonna kill you,” he said gently, “…Yet.”
Kip W almost 8 years ago
Dad was trimming the wings of some of our chickens with the hatchet so they wouldn’t fly out of their enclosure, and one of them was squawking and fussing. “Don’t worry, little chicky, I’m not gonna kill you,” he said gently, “…Yet.”