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CHAPTER 4
I squeeze my feet into too-tight wellies and trudge down to the chickens, carrying the egg basket, the bucket, the broom and a sackful of straw.
The coop’s down the bottom of the garden. It’s half covered and half not, and it sits inside a huge run topped and sided with chicken wire, so every afternoon they all get out for a good bit of grass- pecking time. The rest of the garden hasn’t got a fence – it just turns into forest at the edges. Not much point in fences, says Dad. Only things fences keep out are people, and people don’t hang round for long once grandad starts hollering out of the window.
I step into the run and shut the gate good and sure
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