Peggy used to have a favorite hen, a Black Hamburg, which she called Hamburglar. It was always out, every day and sometimes even at night. I kept telling Liz it was going to get eaten, as it was always up here at the house rummaging around.
Last month it went missing. Peggy is smart enough to notice and understands endings. She was pretty sad but accepting.
Liz just went out to do chores and heard anguished peeping coming from somewhere. She went looking....
There, in the jogging stroller in the back of the barn, was ol' Hammie and 13 chicks...so far. Maybe we should call her Nestburglar.
No wonder old Laura, our White Cochin bantam and best of all mothers, has been hanging around back there. She had stolen two chickies, but Liz gave them back to their mama. She thinks it may be time for Laura to have some duck eggs to set. Cant you just see a tiny, fluffy, white hen followed by noisy, miniature ducks?
Peggy is at her other gramma's today. I can't even imagine how happy she is going to be when she gets home.
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