Accidental Homesteader
…a funny thing happened on the way to the bar
She’s a Loner, Dottie, a Rebel
I fear that Dottie has crossed the road. We can’t find her. We can’t find any evidence of fowl play, but she’s nowhere to be found. She didn’t come home to roost last night, and we looked for a while, but no luck.
We remember you as someone who hated the chicken saddle most of all.
Accidental Homesteader 