Lainey paid little attention to the slugs and mud tangling with her feathers on each step through the straw mulch path, nearly deep enough to come to her hocks if her hooves sank straight to the ground. Her teetering dash through the garden had two goals: revel in how fast she could go the bigger she grew, and find Mama to proudly tell her she'd finished feeding and watering all the chimebirds.
There Mama was, sitting on ...
