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The black chicken of last evening never showed up today -- probably got reclaimed by the original "owner" and put into the pen in preparation for beheading and cooking.
Tiny and Baby didn't miss a beat when the black chicken of last night never showed this morning. There is always a herd to wait around, whether it be the side yard, the kitchen or Tuck's plate, as in the photo above. Tuck, being totally in thrall to the puddies, never disappoints.
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