CAUGHT IN THE ACT
Lovey our Rebel Chick just couldn’t stand it anymore. She knew Mr. Denim was sitting on the other side of the fence. And she had to be there too.
So up she flew from her chicken yard to the top of the fence.
She looked to her left…..
and then to her right…..
and back again. The coast was clear.
Her landing was much more dignified than her flight.
What that girl won’t do for some human companionship and fresh spinach.....although not necessarily in that order.