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.
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 🙂