We drove over to a ranch in Fort Davis. Paul crawled into the chicken pen and passed (grabbed both feet with one hand and the neck in the other) the birds to Regina who stuffed them into the 2 dog carriers we brought up to hold the chickens on the way back. I meant to get pictures of the whole process, but you know how that goes. I did finally get one picture of the chicken pens in the distance to get a sense of where the chickens came from. It was gorgeous there!


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