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(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday

Claire and a hen named Bob

To those of you who know how much I wanted chickens when we moved out to the country:
No. Bob is not ours. We're sad. No chickens allowed in our neighborhood.

Comments

SandyCarlson said…
That's very, very sweet.
Anonymous said…
wonderful catch!! She's adorable.
Meg said…
Did Claire name the hen? =) Cute picture! Meg
Oldqueen44 said…
What a couple of cute chicks.
Suprina said…
Awww, she takes the prize!
What a wonderful pictures!
Adorable!

Happy WW!
Moksha Gren said…
Very cute picture. I grew up on a hobby farm and had seveal pet chickens. Well...actually my folks raised chickens and I adopted some of them and carried them around like Claire. The rule of the house was "If [Moksha] gives it a name...it's not food anymore."

Anyway...I enjoyed the picture. Thanks for sharing it.
God's girl said…
SO YOU DID GET ONE! YEAH! I have not stopped wondering about that and just never get around to asking. Ha, you crack me up!
Love ya!
Ang :)
Alana said…
Very sweet picture!!
Anonymous said…
Cute picture with the hen. I love her smile.
Great picture! Love her expression! Happy WW!
ZAM said…
we have plenty of chickens at home...my father grows them... and despite the dung and all, i'm glad because it's a source of uncommercialized eggs for my son...
Unknown said…
oh I love that face!
Anonymous said…
Someone loves that chicken.

What a lucky chicken. *grin*
Deb said…
Cute photo - she looks so proud to have caught the chicken! Happy WW!
Sevan said…
Oh she looks like my Bellina! (bellina was my bird, not my daughter...just so we're clear. lol) Sadly I had to get rid of my girls because our neighbors decided they no longer wanted to live next to chickens....so sad.
D said…
So sweet!
This is my first WW..I'm enjoying finding blogs like yours!
lori said…
I want CHICKENS too...and a rooster, and a hen....
not in my neighborhood either!!
Faith said…
She is darling!! :) I so wanted chickens, too, when I was that age. :)

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