Crazy hen.

We were getting to leave home to run errands, & my truck loving hen jumped into the back. I shooed her off the hay fork & climb inside. I look back at my husband loading tires then, turn toward the front to find her on the hood telling us off. Lol. She’s determined, I’ll give her that. She thinks my truck belongs to her. She loves playing in the back, laying an egg occasionally on the hay strings, or sitting on the hydraulic hay fork. I’m thinking, she desires to be a farmer. 

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