Remember me fondly

As I pull into the driveway, which is just grass with hard shell somewhere under there, I come straight toward my back porch (site of the chicken coop). Then take a sharp right to slide up to the front door somewhere in the vicinity of the parking spot which is just grass with fencing under there so one doesn't sink in.

Just after my sharp right, I stopped. My eye had caught something. I backed up and pointed my vehicle towards the chicken coop.

There I witnessed in astonishment one chicken standing atop the waterer. The rest were gathered around, looking at him.

I believe there was some sort of meeting occuring in the chicken coop this evening. As I am not privy to what this meeting entailed....I slid the extra lock across the door tonite.

The End.

Based on a true story.

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