Winston has a favorite chicken he named 'Henny'.
She's actually the one behind the barrel.
This morning Winston went out to the chicken house to get the eggs. He came back with a big mess down his shirt (chickenpoo). I asked what happened and he said he picked up Henny and hugged her and told her "Good Morning, Henny!" And that's when the dirty deed was done. I guess Henny wasn't having such a good morning.

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