19.8.10
fly fowl
Dagmar is a lady AND an expert chicken wrangler.
I'm back in New York tonight, and missing this face (and this pack of jungle fowl) like nothing else. Somehow it only gets harder and harder every time I have to leave after a visit. I've always gotten horribly homesick, even when I was a little kid, even when we'd only be a few miles from home. I wish I could outgrow it, but I fear I never will. I've got that ache-y, break-y feeling. You know the one.
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Dagnard,
homeland,
ouch my heart,
sadness
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Aw sweets, i completely get it. She looks wonderful (as do the chickens) and at least we can comfort ourselves in the knowledge that absence makes the heart grow fonder. though sometimes 'fonder' can be a synonym for 'sore'
yeah I'd be sad leaving those chickens. I'm sad just LOOKING at those chickens!
I do know the feeling :( I get back on the first of September - let's get together and mourn our nature abodes!
aw, makes me KINDA wish my old hen named Greta :))
hope your swell!
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what's the likelihood of moving back? your posts about home are always whimsical, it makes me sad for ya...
i must selfishly add, i can't wait for more pictures.
she looks so sweet
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