In Greek mythology, it was the hunter Narcissus who was so handsome that when he saw his own reflection – he fell in love with himself.
Today, we’d call him Tom and he’d be a turkey.
We call them Free Range Chicks for a reason, and lately they’re ranging farther and farther away from their base of operations near the Rogue Farms Hop ‘N’ Bed.
Just the other day, we started seeing them on the lawn between the Hopyard and the Chatoe Rogue. For a Chick, this is a pretty good hike. So what’s going on?
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