We got a pair of donkeys yesterday, from a family who was moving to Montana. My mom named them Saffron and Canelo. They were a gift, and as a thank you, we gave them two of our chickens to eat. But my brother is saying that we traded the donkey for the chickens. Anyway, they also let us choose some of their chickens, since they had to get rid of all their animals. By some, I mean 28 chickens and roosters. My dad wants to find out who chose that rooster who sings at five in the morning. Today the chickens are establishing their pecking order, which is a natural part of most animals. In chickens, they fight for dominance.
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