Good morning!The cat-cops fixed the fence enough for the chickens to come out (you remember that the snow weighed it down yesterday):
Patrick is first in the bath tub:
The goldfish are keeping their distance from Onslow:
Onslow eventually gave up “fishing,” and joined Schrödinger on the pet pad:
Finally, two hens are trying to squeeze into one box:
There are 9 nesting boxes, ladies. There’s plenty of room to spread out. 🐔