Tag: chickens
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Daisy Comes Home–and so does a small boy
Good morning! A pure fall day, humid, overcast, actually rather ‘Halloweeny’ as I look at the great old gnarled pecan tree trunk, thin with leaves now, deep gray against a gray sky. The sun must have just come up over the horizon, because there tips of the trees around the pasture are bathed in gold.…
Curtiss Ann Matlock 