We've tried reasoning with Vinny, but he insists our neighborhood friend is a "roothar." Who are we to argue, though it really is a hen, confirmed by neighbors. So, we have agreed to disagree, and though the neighbors don't know it, we have named their chicken Rooster.
We go outside every evening to check on her, and boy is she ever comfy in our yard. Please, make yourself at home bird. One night she was scratching up in the flower bed, and we were hoping for some eggs, but no dice.
Rooster, the Chicken update: She is no where to be found of late. Uh oh.
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