I have many stories to tell from a busy weekend on the homestead. I have stories about Brussel sprouts and mama chickens and sweet dogs. I also had the chance to spend almost the whole day yesterday with the chickens, and sweet little Silver was curious about my phone and let me take a ton of pictures. I have to share that photo shoot this week because she’s a gorgeous chicken.
But, tonight, though I wanted to write, I cannot. I have a date with a husband and a son and a Shakespeare play, so I will just share this picture I took in the chicken yard yesterday. We have to re-paint the coop before winter (nothing like waiting until the last minute), but I still love it. Mostly, I love all of the space our chickens have. Our chickens live a very good chicken life, so much so that when each new chicken is born I tell them, “Congratulations. You have won the being-born-a-chicken lottery.” It’s not the best place ever, but it’s up there. Trees, leaves, garden, dirt, worms, grass, and lots of bugs. That’s pretty good stuff!
