Have you ever heard a chicken sigh?
Oof. Sorry. Got all jammed up today. So please enjoy this snapshot of my chickens.
It’s been raining for weeks here. Raining and windy. We’ve had floods and villages cut off and everything.
Rain means chickens don’t come out. “Mad as a wet hen” is a real thing. I tiptoe out in my silly rain hat, open the chicken house…and there they are, glowering back like the Four Chickens of the Apocalypse.
But today, it was sunny! And, oh – the time they had. They went places they aren’t supposed to go and ate things they aren’t supposed to eat (styrofoam, poisonous rhubarb leaves and bits of coal, mostly). It was chicken heaven.
It’s back to chicken apocalypse tomorrow.