I’ve been told I’ll be well enough to be let out tonight. But for this morning, my breakfast is once again a feeble flake of hay:But at least I’m getting carrots as consolation:
Stormy’s getting a treat, too. He’ll have to spend another day in the run:
It’s very windy today, so the chickens are clumping together:
And Onslow is playing with the carrots:
Don’t tear that bag open, cat, and get them dirty! 🐴