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Thursday, January 25, 2007
Look who I ran into around the corner from my house...
Absolutely it's a chicken. I heard it's weird cluck. A rooster actually. They run wild here, though not usually in my neighbourhood, usually further up the valleys, closer to the wilds of the mountains. This was the first I've seen in my neighbourhood. And it was brazen, not at all afraid of me.
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What is that? It looks like a dodgy rooster with no comb.
You think it's a chicken?
Absolutely it's a chicken. I heard it's weird cluck. A rooster actually. They run wild here, though not usually in my neighbourhood, usually further up the valleys, closer to the wilds of the mountains. This was the first I've seen in my neighbourhood. And it was brazen, not at all afraid of me.
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