Well my days of farm sitting are now a thing of the past. Although it was an interesting adventure, it was very tiresome driving back and forth several times a day, dealing with the darkness, snow and mess of the job. The Plymouth Rock chickens are back in the care of their owners. I am glad I experienced collecting eggs along with being able to share that with my son. Not too many children today are able to see the working of rural farm life, little own collect what will be tomorrow's breakfast. But I'm glad to not have chicken poop all over my boots now. That's one less thing to have to clean up daily. I will miss babysitting the Australian Shepherd, Hunter. What a great dog he was.
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