Chickens, eggs, home

 

men, women, relationships, faith

One of your son’s pride and joy, a jungle fowl rooster.

 

 

 

I can’t believe it’s been six years since I bought you those first chicks on your birthday. You’ve kept up with them, helped them hatch, watched them grow…I used to think they were a nuisance, always scratching in the garden, getting on the neighbor’s things and pooping…lol…what I wouldn’t give now for one of your omelets, how the golden yolks stood in the pan when frying…I miss it all.

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