As of Tuesday night I am now back to sleeping in my bed, with my husband. It is great. Since last Thursday, I had been sleeping with the chickens. On the floor, in the shed, where the smell of chicken poo had been steadily increasing each night. As you may recall, Thursday night ended with the hens and guineas in larger yet unprotected accommodations in the almost-finished shed. We thought we had solved our cannibal problems with more space. And we had, for exa
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