I am not sure if I am referring to one of our chickens or Azrielle when I say 'poor baby'. Well maybe both of them. One of our neighbors gave us two of their chickens last night (they had the city called on them because they had too many). When I went out to see how the new chickens were integrating with ours this morning, I noticed that one of our girls was hopping around on one leg. We could not find any thing visibly wrong with her, so she is going to hang out by herself for a couple of days and see if she can get healed up.
Our neighbors got a new bunny last week. They had it out on a leash tonight so we went over to meet him. Very soft, the kids (me included) liked petting him. I can remember raising rabbits when I was growing up, living in Pocatello.
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