Farm life. A little hen started following me around like a puppy. When I stopped, she stopped. When I walked, she walked. One day I picked her up, stroked her head, and she fell asleep. That’s when I knew I had a new friend—I named her Sweetie Pie.
Matt and Sweetie Pie
Farm life. A little hen started following me around like a puppy. When I stopped, she stopped. When I walked, she walked. One day I picked her up, stroked her head, and she fell asleep. That’s when I knew I had a new friend—I named her Sweetie Pie.





