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Supper Time

Feb
4


What it looks like when I’ve been out and come home at the chickens’ supper time. They’re a little glad to see me.


Then they stand around and stare at me.

And follow me.

And track me to the cellar where they know the feed is hiding.

If I don’t get a chicken house soon, there’s going to be a coup.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on February 4, 2012  

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  1. 2-4
    7:36
    pm

    Those are some HILARIOUS pictures!!! You need a coop to prevent a coup! Will you name it the Coop d’etat?

  2. 2-4
    7:45
    pm

    LOL BG! Yep after hanging out on the back porch with Suzanne yesterday for a couple of hours I agreed with her – NEEDS chicken house LOLOL! That goose is gorgeous. Photo-ops every 5 minutes too. But all the fowl friends are way too comfy with the house and studio. It IS a takeover in the making. I think I heard them whispering ….. ;)

  3. 2-4
    7:55
    pm

    And chicken poo tracked into the studio!

  4. 2-5
    12:45
    am

    That goose is gorgeous!
    BEG: Just what I was thinking. Perhaps the goose is the general and the hens are the footsoldiers. Suzanne, you’d best be wary.

  5. 2-5
    2:18
    am

    I’m with BuckeyeGirl! Well said. Coop d’etat! :chicken:

  6. 2-5
    7:03
    am

    Why not get them a coupe-de-ville? The goose looks accustomed to style.

  7. 2-5
    1:23
    pm

    In joint chorus:
    “Hello Suzanne. You’re late, you know.”

    Anyway, I haven’t yet commented on how gorgeous and charming the new place is, so I’m doing that now! I probably have commented before on how adorable and lovely Coco is, but I’m doing that as well. Big dogs are the best :)

  8. 2-5
    5:52
    pm

    Is the goose a Toulouse?

  9. 2-5
    6:23
    pm

    The goose is an American Blue!

  10. 2-7
    8:35
    am

    Oh thanks, we are getting more geese this year and my daughter is having an awful time trying to decide which breed she wants. :D

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