It’s that time of year. The geese are back, and the robins. A little in advance of the retreat of snow.The so-called ailing chicken is quite lively, considering her posture problems. She clambered into the nesting box today, and eats with an appetite. She just needs delivery. I have to monitor her meal time, too, because other hens come nosing around. Whatcha got? Nosy little Perchick is convinced something’s going on there. I hear munching.