Fresh eggs. Cute coops. Backyard chaos. Praising the Lord through all of it.
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If you've ever owned chickens, you know they're not exactly theological scholars. They'll eat things they shouldn't. Run where they shouldn't. Scream over absolutely nothing.And somehow find themselves in trouble before you've even had your morning coffee. Honestly? They're a lot like us. The other morning I walked outside carrying a bucket of treats. Before I could even open the gate, my hens came barreling across the yard like I was handing out free concert tickets. One of
