33 eggs so far. I have been cooped up now for almost two months. While the people let me out once in a while to forage for tasty snacks I still have to sleep in a confined space with five other smelly women who poop on the floor continuously. Loretta once made a break for it and was free for over a day. She magically appeared back in the yard. She was very frazzled and was missing quite a few of her feathers. She reported that it was hell being out on her own. Everyday I wake up, hoping today will be the day that I find freedom. The thought of endless supplies of worms and bugs. Having a man back in my life. Being free from the confinement and oppression of living in these conditions. Feeling the breeze in my feathers as I run with no fences in sight, no coop to remind me of my captivity.
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