Growing up my garden was always full of chickens, my mum always chuckles about when I used to pick two up at a time, one under each arm and have a full blown conversation with them both, I remember doing this, I also remember coming into the kitchen shouting "mummy, mummy, mummy, they pooped on me again" my mum would clean me up and back outside I went to carry on the conversation. I swear till this day that they understood me.
Cinderella-a-la-Bella was the name of my chicken... I must of had a hard time deciding on which Disney princess I was going to name it after.
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