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Hen-Pecked Silence

peck, peck, pecka peck no one is spared Death’s sickle silence rules the roost 09.21.2021

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Date: 9/24/2021 5:18:00 AM

Heartfelt condolences Jo, they become a part of our life, are missed.

Date: 9/23/2021 4:33:00 PM

oh Yessss. I like it like this!!

Date: 9/23/2021 1:18:00 AM

Was she a good layer Jo?

Joanna Daniel
Date: 9/23/2021 9:00:00 AM

Actually no, she was just one and a half years, so probably laid less than 40 eggs on the whole..

Date: 9/22/2021 10:10:00 PM

Oh dear, sorry to read this Jo, Love the humour.

Date: 9/22/2021 7:09:00 AM

so sad.. God bless you dear friend. Love to you, Gina

Date: 9/22/2021 4:53:00 AM

So sad to hear, Jo...

Date: 9/21/2021 10:50:00 AM

Sorry to hear that Jo, they become part of the family. Tom

Date: 9/21/2021 8:35:00 AM

Eventually life seems short…a bushel and a peck!