Corn is part human.
She swings on the hammock!
She knocks on the door (with her beak!) when she wants food.
She follows Hazel around, hoping for a little chick starter.
We love you Corn.
I don't remember having a morning as crisp as this one in a previous August. I woke up and our deck was so cold. I think it got d...
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