Green Acres

There’s something philosophical in the mad blinking of the incubator light making me think of a cheap motel, but I’m not sure what…

Henrietta tried to make a run for it BACK into the chicken yard. Not sure how she got that high, but Paul found her hanging upside down by one leg, from the fence, about three feet up. This is why they are the domesticated livestock. I’m sure she wouldn’t have made it through the night that way…

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