Dad started watching
The Good Life again, from the first episode. They bought some chickens, so the camera focused on the chickens for a good few seconds. I took one look at the chickens and decided they were
Golden Laced Wyandottes. Stop. Think. No. They were
Barred Plymouth Rocks. Or maybe
Silver Laced Wyandottes, but either way, I *would* remember the wrong breed when I couldn't remember them
last time I wrote about chickens.
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