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RE: Freewrite Favorites, Volume #39!
You are teeming with great stories!
No way I could eat anything I have named.
I once had a hen I couldn't turn my back on and was not sad the day she keeled over dead, but no roosters are allowed in this burb. Having a nasty rooster would ruin my experience of my sweet ladies. I need to be able to walk freely among them as they clean up and nourish my garden.
Lovely image - you "walk freely among them" in the garden, you and your "ladies." My husband's bachelor cousin Keith (now past age 60) is a dairy farmer, and he refer to the herd as "my girls." And, yeah, I mail him a Valentine every year, because nobody else does. Bachelors and widows, spinsters and loners - now I just need to make my own valentine cards because roosters and Holsteins are hard to find. Thanks for reading and commenting, @owasco!