My Chicken

While in Timor: Pedro, whois from Portugal, found a baby chicken and brough it to the Bakhita Centre.

It’s the cutest chicken ever. Anders brought it to dinner one night and it sat on his lap and on his shoulder chirping for food. It slept with Cipry during the night because it was so cold outside.


I named her Misa–my name in Timor. I gave strict instructions that it wasn’t to be killed, eaten or otherwise. Let’s just say..I don’t think that it will!

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