Monday, March 7, 2005
Chicken
When I see a chicken, the first thing I think of is my Nana, she loved them, she had a big chicken coop that she built herself. She never had to go to the store for eggs. I liked the chickens too. I liked collecting the eggs for Nana, putting them in my shirt. Those chicken coops sure did smell though. I took this picture last week at the petting zoo in Green Cove Springs.
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Great memory! Nancy
My grandparents ran a dairy and had chickens everywhere. I loved our weekend visits, the adventures my brothers and I had... Thanks for sharing and bringing back long, filed away memories!
Aren't memory walks fun, Derek? Hugs, dear one. *Barb*
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