Definitely, I always have a delicious anecdote in connection with the chickens when my epics (Trumpet) in Africa.
must say that this very volatile here is much more epic than the "skinless boneless breast fed grain and President's Choice" ...
In my village, there's a nice box p'tite roof of straw.
Cé plussss the beautiful because it's mine. What do you want, you get used to our "home sweet home" even in mud.
fact remains that when I leave the court, I loop my door. But not my window.
Well, during my absence, a lovely red hen came to lay on my bed!
I say lovely because I found it really funny and unlikely to have a fresh egg in my bed.
But since then ... she is putting less charming (to be polite). I think the chickens are pretty smart and when they spawn once in a secluded location, safe and comfortable ... they try to return for each egg. Since that day, she rode and tries to return at any hour of the day. The same mautadine chicken. Quacks that hard. Because I drive (well what ... when I went to bed for a nap, she is still not ben for me lay su'a head!). She is tenacious. Very. And bypasses the door open and the curtain to go to my s'épivarder window. They watch and watching a moment of inattention on my part.
I will try to make a video of the chicken insistent.
Meanwhile, I eat eggs
... And I think to open a Kentucky. It pogne p't'être to Safécorin!
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