We found the horseshoe Rose threw about 4 months ago (not all horseshoes are lucky):
Our friend, Devon, cleared a path through that forest of weeds in the chicken yard. Now the chickens can get out on the grass:
The rain is back, but I'm having a good morning (other than having to hold the fly spray):
We’re back out on the far pasture:
Stormy’s tail is flying!
Speaking of flying, here’s our Schroeder ignoring the swallows:
“Do I look like I’m anywhere near your nests, you silly birds?” 😺