Cherokee Miku from my home state of North Carolina!
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Cherokee Miku from my home state of North Carolina!
Out at 11 to keep the water trough from slushing up. This time I took Pity on Rosalie and put her coat on. K bought it in the fall, and I don't think she has ever worn it before. She was not thrilled.
She said, "I - can just stay on the porch? Right?"
As a matter of fact, no, Rosalie, you cannot.
I can't even.
She did eventually get the hang of moving in it, but continued jumping into the air and shaking vigorously, trying to get rid of it.
Meanwhile, Hero and the gang are just hanging out by the haybale. Enduring stoically.
The part where I had to climb the damned apple tree, in my winter layers and boots, to force the idiot chickens to go in their coop does not bear talking about. There was hostile language on both sides.
Foxfire says fuck them cops.
*You couldn't pay me to chase after lights in the hills of Kentuckiana, the Berkshires, or the Bridgewater Triangle, let alone deep Appalachian country. Sometimes when you see something strange, no you didn't.
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