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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.
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SandyCarlson said…
That's very, very sweet.
August 7, 2007 at 9:45 PM
Anonymous said…
wonderful catch!! She's adorable.
August 7, 2007 at 9:49 PM
Meg said…
Did Claire name the hen? =) Cute picture! Meg
August 7, 2007 at 10:27 PM
Oldqueen44 said…
What a couple of cute chicks.
August 7, 2007 at 10:37 PM
Suprina said…
Awww, she takes the prize!
What a wonderful pictures!
Adorable!

Happy WW!
August 7, 2007 at 10:40 PM
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.
August 7, 2007 at 11:06 PM
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 :)
August 7, 2007 at 11:06 PM
Alana said…
Very sweet picture!!
August 7, 2007 at 11:48 PM
Anonymous said…
Cute picture with the hen. I love her smile.
August 8, 2007 at 12:09 AM
Proverbs 31 Woman Wannabe said…
Great picture! Love her expression! Happy WW!
August 8, 2007 at 2:29 AM
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...
August 8, 2007 at 4:15 AM
Unknown said…
oh I love that face!
August 8, 2007 at 8:59 AM
Anonymous said…
Someone loves that chicken.

What a lucky chicken. *grin*
August 8, 2007 at 9:40 AM
Deb said…
Cute photo - she looks so proud to have caught the chicken! Happy WW!
August 8, 2007 at 10:22 AM
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.
August 8, 2007 at 1:12 PM
D said…
So sweet!
This is my first WW..I'm enjoying finding blogs like yours!
August 8, 2007 at 2:28 PM
lori said…
I want CHICKENS too...and a rooster, and a hen....
not in my neighborhood either!!
August 8, 2007 at 4:05 PM
Faith said…
She is darling!! :) I so wanted chickens, too, when I was that age. :)
August 11, 2007 at 8:57 AM
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