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And continually having to chase down an awol hen, an escape artist who clearly can fly really well, just never while you're looking. So I have to keep leaping up for a head count out there in the midst of my high aggravation and trying to get Peggy off the phone with her genealogy buddy long enough to help me address the need for hen wing clipping lessons or even a traveling wing clipper.
It's still painful, but less painful, after running all over this place after the escape artist and dragging mile long hoses to the thousands of plants, but IF I LIVE, the old bod will be lithe and muscular.
pipe up any time....
