That rooster there on the other side of the fence just paces back and forth. I guess he's nervous. The one all the way on the right is Roberta and the little black one to the left of Roberta is Aretha. No...really.
Then that thar is a Texas Nekkid Necker y'all...
's called a nekkid necker cuz his neck is all nekkid see? Eww.
These here little ladies are the Golden Girls.
This one is probably Dorothy. I snapped this right before I turned around running and screaming like a tiny girl.
And right here y'all we have what we farm folk call a dingleberry. Look it up.
Oh this is Screech. Because he looks like an owl. No, really.
And this here would be the chicken playground cuz you can't just have chickens runnin' all around without a playground to keep 'em outta trouble y'all.
And so long as ya got a chicken playground you is gonna have happy sunshiney chickens.
(Not pictured are 3 little fellas who were in chicken prison for stirrin' up trouble with the Misses. Also not pictured are a few little other hussies who were set free to go be "Uhland Chickens" with the other delinquents who are always gettin' kicked outta the dance hall. Goin' to be with the "Uhland Chickens" is the worst of all punishments.)
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