Poke.



Mister is the chicken daddy but I've taken to giving the girls treats (lettuce, yogurt) and collecting their eggs. Nothing says miffed like an egg that's been poked. Just enough to crack the shell, not enough to smash it and eat it.
Sometimes life is a bit like a miffed chicken. Just enough to poke you and wreck your day but not destroy you.

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Poke.

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