Happy Harvest Blog
The Days of Our Lives with The Combed and the Feathered
H.W. gets upset with “them all crowded around, staring at me”, and threatens to throw his hat at them. His hat-throwing has made such an impression that he no longer has to throw headgear, just give it a cowboy swoosh over his head, and instantly the chickens turn as one and flee. Not the hat!!! Hilarious, and effective.
Chickens running
Sometimes when I’m walking down the path, I hear a little whisk whisk behind me, and I look back to find two or three hens eagerly running along behind me. They stop immediately when I stop and mill around, at a loss. Uh, we were just, uhhhh, nothing.
Week 2 with the laying hens - still a novelty!
They are endlessly entertaining, popping out of the grass, sneaking, running, exploring. They love it under our box truck and hang out under there every day, whether rainy or sunny. H.W. has a swarm of chickens near him most of the time when he’s working. Chainsaw, splitting firewood, dragging things around - they drift along behind him as he works.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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