CochinBrahmaLover=)
Loving the herd life
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- Jan 11, 2012
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Little Jo,
Running around, peeping,
I find no sound when I come home,
Your mother looking confused
To find you in dirt
Now,
Clad in leaves of gold
A bed of soft green moss
Under towering trees,
Bark of snow, leaves of gold,
You lay forever in my <3
My little Jo is gone. Her mother was never great, but whislt I was gone, she took a dustbath, Jo ran under to get warm, and was killed. Her mouth was full of dirt, so she couldn't even breath Jo was the first to hatch here, and the first hatched to be dead Little Jo was a bantam cochin
Oh, and 1 of the quail is missing, and he was supposed to go to a new home TODAY! I HATE today