Today had been very hot, as storms are heading our way. In fact, it has been very hot for the last week, which has been good for ice cream sales, but not for the peoples and animals trying to adapt after the winter. So, as usual, Bill and I let the chickens out of their pen to run free and eat worms and grass. They are doing the usual things and Bill decides to go mushroom hunting and gets ready to leave. Before he can get in the car he hears scratching and other chicken noises, but he can't see them. He keeps listening and then he finds them under the concession trailer, just sitting down in the cool shade, takin' it easy on a hot day. Who say's chickens have brains as big as big as a pea???
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