Monday, January 29, 2018

chickens in the morning, chickens in the evening...

Had an enjoyable breakfast date with a felow Valley Girl. This was one of my first attempts at eating something other than soup. It was tricky but cutting everything into tiny pieces helps.
After breakfast, we walked around the little village which is known for it's abundance of (abandoned) roosters. I lost cound after 37...
In the pink room, I hung more chickeny goodness...again, just don't look anywhere else...

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