Those Hennies and their Roos have been very busy these days. Finally the Snow is melting and losing its Hold upon the Land. More of the Ground is appearing. They are excited. They must be finding many treasures which are not as readily apparent to their Human Companions. They are constantly moving, almost dancing. They are "talking" that language which can only be translated as Universal Curiosity, Wonder, and Delight.
I went with Melanie to put the Chickens to bed tonight. They were finding their places on the Ladders, on top of the Nestboxes (and inside too). I pointed to 1 of the Hennies who had discoloration around her Beak and at the Base of her Comb. Melanie said that was Mrs. T. On closer examination, it was mud. That comes with all of a Day's Work, I suppose.
Those Hennies and their Roos have been very busy these days. Finally the Snow is melting and losing its Hold upon the Land. More of the Ground is appearing. They are excited. They must be finding many treasures which are not as readily apparent to their Human Companions. They are constantly moving, almost dancing. They are "talking" that language which can only be translated as Universal Curiosity, Wonder, and Delight.
I went with Melanie to put the Chickens to bed tonight. They were finding their places on the Ladders, on top of the Nestboxes (and inside too). I pointed to 1 of the Hennies who had discoloration around her Beak and at the Base of her Comb. Melanie said that was Mrs. T. On closer examination, it was mud. That comes with all of a Day's Work, I suppose.
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