When you live in the country you have live garden ornaments:

Her name is Betty:

I have tried to convince myself of this since I was a child. Now, as an adult living with four sticky children, "a wanna be full-time farmer" husband, and a sometimes sticky dog, I still don't believe it.
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Sometimes Betty clucks at me as I drive by. At least now I know her name...
I was telling Seneca yesterday when I picked her up that I'm always afraid I'm going to run over one of your chickens with Delores. She's having such a tough time of it lately, the last thing she needs is THAT on her conscience.
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