'sweating' chicken who lives in Texas
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July inTexas, it’s hotter than a jalapeño doing laps in cowboy boots~ so hot the cows are fanning themselves with old election leaflets; so hot the armadillos are applying sunscreen in the shade. But the farmers have it worst of all, their chickens are panting in the coop~ so they’re feeding them crushed ice daily to keep things cool and sane, because one more scorching afternoon and those hens will start producing breakfast ready-made: hard-boiled eggs straight from the nest, no stove required.
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