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Our eggs
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So who's in charge here?
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A domestic shorthair discovers her wild side.
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As you might imagine: a big hit.
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This little chicken went to market.
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One of the ladies
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Sometimes they lay in their laying boxes ...
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Prettiest palette ever, I think
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Hundreds of eggs, thousands of eggs, millions and billions and trillions of eggs!
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The penalty box
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near, far
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Robert, Bertha and the laying flock
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This is a whole lot of hungry chickens.
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Loving life on the outside
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"Hi, this is the post office. Wanted to let you know your chicks are here."
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"Oh, what will the wedding supper be?"
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This is how we spend most of our time.
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Who knows what's going on here?
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Tramps like us...
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This chicken crossed the road.
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A long road...
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Sunset plumbing
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Lest y'all thought it was all dirt and beets and chicken poop around here
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OhmygoshohmygoshohmyGOSH!
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"Hi there."
