I found them all squished onto the same bed when i went to check on them. If you look close, Bob has his hand on Art's head. They are so sweet when they are sleeping!
And by unwitting, I mean that they usually have no idea what I'm saying about them, in which case I have offered this small olive-branch: a pseudonym, as if that somehow will lessen their embarassment when they get old enough to realize I have been offering the world a running commentary on their life.
Thanks for the inspiration, Art, Bob, Chuck, Dot, and Ed.
And the man and me, Fred and Gert, the Head Chicken Herders.
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