I’ve mentioned many times that my neighborhood is smack dab in the middle of Suburbia. Not a farm or barnyard in sight. So it always surprises me to find signs of chicken life. Literally. Signs of chicken life.
These two neighbors — and their chickens — live in two very different sections of the neighborhood.
Or at least, they did. It looks like one of them flew the coop.
Chickens that advertise. That’s what we’ve got.
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