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A long story describing God's faithfulness among my madness.

Unless you are a very close friend or family member, there is something you may not know about me. I have a problem with addiction. No, I'm not addicted to alcohol, drugs or tobacco.....caffeine  🤔  well we won't go there. My addiction is chickens. I don't know if it is their soft downy fuzz, the way they talk to one another, how they chase each other if they think one of them has a treat, but I love chickens and more specifically baby chicks. Now, this is not my first rodeo with having chicks, we've had them before and we somehow ended up with 20, but life got hectic and living in the suburbs there is only so many you can have before your neighbors complain (not that they have, my one neighbor loves them not to mention that I bribe them with fresh eggs) so we gave them to a friend who had some land. So when my husband first suggested to me back in March that he wanted to have chickens again.....I said, "Ok, but only a small flock this time around 6-8 laying hens.

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