Perfect Day

I forget how wonderful the first day of having the coops outside is. It’s a threshold day, the anchor of the seasons, when the chickens come out and the purpose of the greenhouse is transformed from winter housing (Poultry Palace) to growing food. The coop roofs, dusty and pooped on, will be washed in the next rain. It’s the real beginning of the growing season.

There’s a lovely breeze, just enough to blow away the blackflies, it’s cool but sunny.

The chickens come rolling down the ramp and then hit the brakes hard. What? This is NOT what we were expecting! They peer around, long necking, purring, hesitant.

Then they drift back into the greenhouse, re-orienting themselves. This is where we used to live.

They have had an extended stay in the GH this year and will have a few more days to use it for their pleasure, as my starts are so far behind! Oh well! I’ve been too busy professionally, and that’s ok.

The greenhouse is the usually post-winter disaster, like an apartment trashed by a bunch of destructive seasonal renters, which is pretty much the case. It will all be cleaned out and full of green in no time.

The guineas, already adjusted to the new arrangement of things, enjoying the pine tree.