Happy Harvest Blog
Cream Puff the Fierce and the free chicks
Cream Puff was a misnomer. Well, the Puff part was accurate, she spends most of her time puffed up in a rage these days, with her tail flared out. But the cream is all gone. She used to be jumpy, anxious, shy, the first to run shrieking out of the coop when you lift the lid. Now, she moves like a tank, grumbling. Ok, I'll move, but I think you should move first. She was the one initially completely freaked out by her own broodiness. Now there are two parties that get admission to the greenhouse in the evening:
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
Bite size.
