Jan. 28, 2013 – Pot Pie was dragging herself around on this delightfully snow-flurried day. The rest of us were exploring in the tree grove, kicking it with pine needles and frozen grubs. I was going to ignore her, but I couldn’t enjoy myself seeing her so blue. “Okay, Pot Pie”, I asked reluctantly. “What’s wrong?” She considered me for a moment and then wailed, “Look at me! What have I accomplished with my life?!” I pecked her on the back of the head and said, “You’re six months old! Get a grip!” Pullets! She was fine after that. I ate a piece of pinecone. Roughage.
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