Anders, Kuba and I were out playing today on this dreary April Sunday. Of course, we always seem to be around chickens lately, and there we were again, fascinated by the hens. Kuba kept picking green grass (what little there was of it) and feeding it to the chickens through the fence. OOPS! He got a little brave and stuck his whole hand through and came out with a nice peck on his sweet hand! In his words..."I cried, and cried, and cried, and cried." I think it was more alarming than it was painful, and perhaps there was even a little sense of betrayal mixed in.
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