My project was great news for the hens, as the insects that take up residence in a woodpile are a favorite snack food. The alpha, beta & gamma hens worked over the newly cleared ground in a flurry of scratching & pecking. I heard a low growl and looked up in time to see a buff orpington bent low to the ground with neck feathers fanned out & wings half-spread, warning off a barred rock that had trespassed on her claim.
A noisy day in a bucolic weekend. The woodpiles are gone, the firewood stacked higher. The hens were entertained, and their yokes may be a little more yellow from the extra protein.
I built a little fire from the short ends and started it with one match. A good day, all in all, unless Mary is still mad at me...
Coo, coo, ca choo.
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