
Hamish’s girlfriend, Bev the duck, flew away and then came back. The end. Read the rest of this entry
Hamish’s girlfriend, Bev the duck, flew away and then came back. The end. Read the rest of this entry
The Farm Manager staggered out to feed us this morning, looking down at her shoes, muttering something about a naughty rabbit and new shoelaces.
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I have an easy job. I watch my flock, honk at the moon, and write an occasional blog post.
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