The other day in the Blog-shire Mustard the chicken was a bit off colour. She had hidden in the coop all day and I wondered if she was broody and needed to be yanked out of it. When I opened the rear door to the coop she made purring sounds. I deduced she was either unwell or had a career ahead as an animal impersonator.
Overcome with a fit of animal-oriented compassion I stroked the poor bird. She stopped purring and starting cooing instead. Encouraged by the thought that she was responding to the affection I stroked her some more. She reacted by dropping an egg out of her rear end!
Overcome with a fit of animal-oriented compassion I stroked the poor bird. She stopped purring and starting cooing instead. Encouraged by the thought that she was responding to the affection I stroked her some more. She reacted by dropping an egg out of her rear end!
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