Good morning! Every day, a little more snow melts:
More and more chickens are venturing out, and I’m joining them:
I think I’ll try the green grass you see in the background, after I have my carrot:
Come off the snow, Gail. It’s warmer over the bare ground:
Poor Gail, she has yet to finish molting, but don’t worry—her head and thigh feathers will be regrown in less than a week. 🐔