This morning, while drinking my one cup of coffee, I was watching my chickens do what they do. This is what I do every morning. I love watching them even though they always do exactly the same thing: they eat, drink, poop, lay eggs. If there’s a rooster around, they submit. That’s it. That’s a chicken’s life. They can be territorial and some are ornery, no question. Other than that, they don’t think, they don’t rail, don’t resist, don’t wonder, and they don’t pray. They just . . . → Read More: My Goal for 2012
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