Why You Stay out of the Woods on a Windy Day

This is why you stay out of the woods on a windy day. You could be strolling down a quiet path in the woods. One second you are upright, breathing, alive, the next second you are dead, your skull and back broken beyond repair by one angry, fallen tree.

This is not my doing. I did not stuff three hens into a nest just to take a picture. These three biddies did it all by themselves.

I think the ducks would laugh their heads off if they saw what the chickens did.

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