Meditations on the pursuit of happiness while cleaning the chicken coop.
Every spring and fall, the chicken coop in the barn must be cleaned.
Not in hell, but in my own chicken coop, which does not cost $1500 to enter.
Leaning on the shovel in the pen outside the chicken coop, I was wondering.
I departed for the compost heap happy that I was almost done cleaning the chicken coop.
Last night the fox had, by shrewd cunning, managed to pry the chicken coop door open and made off with a rooster.
I never knew the chink yet that could resist a chicken coop.
In somebody's chicken coop a frightened, dozing hen gargles its throat and then goes to sleep again.
I've been trying to keep a Bird of Paradise in a chicken coop!
He has a place down by the garden wall, behind a chicken coop, where he makes his mixtures and keeps all the bottles.