A short spell of meltweather arrived early this week, and with it, the chickens (all named Bob) literally burst out of the stable to revel in the greater world.
Any tiny patch of grass would do for them. Chickens are thrilled with the small things in life. The more intrepid trekked all the way down to Nancy's house to partake of the birdseed with the bluejays.
The mild temperatures, and the little bit longer days, inspired at least one of them to great lengths in egg production as well, with 22 chickens providing 23 eggs on Wednesday.
An egg, in fact, for every size of appetite. Such is the fun of free-range chickens!
And yes, Syl, before you ask, Green Back Bob is still going strong (at nearly four years of age) but the paint job is wearing thin.
YAY!!
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