Frida the Malamute leaves her toys at the gate of chicken run. she does it so often that i like to believe she’s trying to share her favorite things with The Girls.
first 67°F and breezy day of the year and The Girls were all clucking loudly LET US OUT TO GET ALL THE BUGS HUUUUMAN! so i did.
we’ve really enjoyed this small flock of hens for the past two years. they are super sweet. i think we’ll probably keep them around for awhile longer even though we have new layers coming in. so they’re not going to be dinner for a local amish family just yet 🙂
living in a rural area, having backyard chickens makes no economic sense since fresh eggs are readily available and, almost literally, a dime a dozen. but the daily routine of saying “Hallo!” while feeding The Girls always makes me a smile which, i think, is priceless.
making odin french toast with eggs collected straight from the coop even more so 🙂