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Red letter hen day

This was the very best day of 2015 so far, according to the chickens. A day above all days.

Oh, may we come out?
Oh, may we come out?

 

Freedom!  Go go gogogo!

Freedom! Go go gogogo!

I’ve been opening the door for some time, but there’s just nothing attractive outside for the chickens.   They don’t especially enjoy walking barefoot in the snow.  The first really warm day, though, put a real dent in the white stuff, and the area in front of the greenhouse cleared right up.

The chickens were very, very pleased.

This is their favorite, hiding in the scrub.  Can hardly see them in there, until the bush clucks when you walk by.
This is their favorite, hiding in the scrub. Can hardly see them in there, until the bush clucks when you walk by.
In no time at all they were in the woods.
In no time at all they were in the woods.

 

 

Look who I found crossing the path today

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Just trucking along.
Nothing but snow.
Nothing but snow.

I don’t know where s/he’s off to, but it’s still a world of snow out here.

I’m sad for all the animals; this weirdly long winter must be so hard on them.  The robins are in a high-profile crisis, and I’ve noticed the dwindling numbers and variety at my feeder, leaving the dauntless corps of constant chickadees and woodpeckers.  Even if the birds survive, will they be strong enough, and early enough, to lay eggs?  Will the young birds have time to grow up before the next winter sets in?

I will be watching for our robin who set two nests last year.  Maybe she was planning ahead for her species.

It’s never the greedy and careless or makers of bad laws that suffer first, it’s the innocent and delicate at the other end of the spectrum.