“Good morning, everyone! I hope your morning is as pretty as ours.”
Indeed we do, Rose. Ann mowed a lot of weeds last night. . .
So, as you know, there’s more grass this morning:
Anyway, the chickens aren’t looking their best, between molting old feathers and growing back new ones:
The emerging feathers look like needles, don’t they?
Finally, a juvenile squirrel just got chased up an apple tree:
He’s fast, but he can’t outrun Onslow, Luna and Betty!
Here’s Luna getting “talked down:”
Little squirrel, you may be up that tree for quite a while. 🐴