At the moment a little sassy red
head poked out from under the chicken feathers and curiously overlooked the
universe.
Connie was in raptures. And at the same time, she had never russian women themselves so acutely the agony of their unwanted females. This feeling becomes unbearably painful russian women.
Now she had only one desire, to go into the woods to the hen. Everything else was like a sick dream. Sometimes she had to stay in Rugby all day and entertain. And she felt then that is nothing, emptiness, just crazy. One night, she fled into the woods after tea, in spite of the guests. It was already quite late, and she flew through the park, as if in fear that it will call back. The sun had set, when she went into the woods, but she crept farther and farther. It will still be light.
All out of breath, she came into the clearing. Woodman was there, with a twist-sleeves, and he was going to lock the cage at night to their little occupants were safe. One small trio still marked time on the weak-legged under a thatched roof, not wanting to go back under the wings of anxious mothers.
"I must come and see the chickens! - She said, russian women looking at the Forester, but almost without noticing it. - There are still small?"
"Total t russian women six - he said - not bad!" Watch as they hatch, gave him great pleasure. Connie quietly crept up to the last cell. Three chicken finally came into it. But their heads are still stuck out from under the wings red hen, and then there was only one head, which stuck out from under the broad parent body.
"I would so like to touch them!" - She said, poking his fingers through the grating cells. But the hen-mother furiously pecked it, and Connie drew back in alarm hand.
"As she pecked me she hates me - she said in surprise. - But I would not do it hurts!"
The man standing over her, laughed, and knelt down beside her. Calmly and confidently, he put his hand into the cage. The old hen pecked and his, but not as fiercely. And slowly, softly, careful fingers he took little food is chicken wings from the mother.
"Here," - he said, handing it to her. She took a small dark-gray creature in his hands, and that it stood in them for their incredibly thin legs - the vibrating atoms of life, trembling in the hands of Connie. He lifted her pretty head, looked around defiantly, and squeaked slightly. "Such a lovely! Such a bold" - she said softly.
Connie was in raptures. And at the same time, she had never russian women themselves so acutely the agony of their unwanted females. This feeling becomes unbearably painful russian women.
Now she had only one desire, to go into the woods to the hen. Everything else was like a sick dream. Sometimes she had to stay in Rugby all day and entertain. And she felt then that is nothing, emptiness, just crazy. One night, she fled into the woods after tea, in spite of the guests. It was already quite late, and she flew through the park, as if in fear that it will call back. The sun had set, when she went into the woods, but she crept farther and farther. It will still be light.
All out of breath, she came into the clearing. Woodman was there, with a twist-sleeves, and he was going to lock the cage at night to their little occupants were safe. One small trio still marked time on the weak-legged under a thatched roof, not wanting to go back under the wings of anxious mothers.
"I must come and see the chickens! - She said, russian women looking at the Forester, but almost without noticing it. - There are still small?"
"Total t russian women six - he said - not bad!" Watch as they hatch, gave him great pleasure. Connie quietly crept up to the last cell. Three chicken finally came into it. But their heads are still stuck out from under the wings red hen, and then there was only one head, which stuck out from under the broad parent body.
"I would so like to touch them!" - She said, poking his fingers through the grating cells. But the hen-mother furiously pecked it, and Connie drew back in alarm hand.
"As she pecked me she hates me - she said in surprise. - But I would not do it hurts!"
The man standing over her, laughed, and knelt down beside her. Calmly and confidently, he put his hand into the cage. The old hen pecked and his, but not as fiercely. And slowly, softly, careful fingers he took little food is chicken wings from the mother.
"Here," - he said, handing it to her. She took a small dark-gray creature in his hands, and that it stood in them for their incredibly thin legs - the vibrating atoms of life, trembling in the hands of Connie. He lifted her pretty head, looked around defiantly, and squeaked slightly. "Such a lovely! Such a bold" - she said softly.
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