Just us chickens!
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After she left, I did a rather grand job with the egg gathering, if I do say so myself. There were more than a dozen chickens, and it took me only about an hour. When I was done, for all the work I did it felt as though it should be not eggs but loose diamonds that were in the basket. I felt like crying for my poor pooped on, hen pecked hands!
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