Beryl’s Chicken Diary. (4)

Read from the beginning HERE. ...........   DAY SEVEN to the bone   I’m not mad anymore. Just sore. And listening to humans is interesting. I’m learning lots of new words like predator, nocturnal, hydrogen, and peroxide. They’ve also been researching how to make me better. The Google says I must keep clean and hydrated. So today I ate …

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A Chicken Called Wanda.

Have you ever heard a chicken in distress? It sounds like a newborn pig being clawed to death. Go ahead and imagine that for a sec.  Got it? That's what I woke to 12 hours ago. It sounded like this: Heeeeeelll heeeeeellll squeeeeeeeeee  I felt it in my guts. So my eyes popped open. Really. A very upsetting sound. …

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