Out on the mudflat, mulling over mudthings. The tide is about to turn. Hitch up your pants and head for the beach.
The real question is were they known to each other? Or was it a chance meeting? Wacky!
Oh, is this at 5 and Steveston? I'm so glad there are still chickens there - I thought they'd all gotten picked off by the red-tail that lives in the fields across from the farm market. I saw a rabbit there once too, but that's somewhat more ordinary than a chicken.
Karen, I belive it was a chance meeting. (And Wacky.)Victoria, Good spotting! Yes, by the farm market.
You have urban feral chickens there? Oh my!
Perhaps a pigeon in disguise?
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