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Dawn Lauren Anderson's avatar

I also grew up on a farm that we called a grove. So, I didn’t realize I was a farmer’s daughter until the sitcom came out (eons ago). And I was just as observant and sweaty in our Florida house without ac. But my observations were in watching velvet ants, birds, and snakes.

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Clarance Benes's avatar

Yes! I love this story! But it begs the question, "Which came first? A Rooster or another crowing?" I suggest an answer. The human can be a surrogate rooster and inadvertently do the crowing himself. One morning it was 9:30am, well past daybreak, and no crowing came from my chicken pen. Did this mean my rooster was dead? No, but still asleep. I went out and "crowed", which woke him up and he returned the crowing and never missed a day after that.

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