Three tiny hatchlings peek over the nest. Their older brothers and sisters flew the nest weeks ago:
The chickens are enjoying the fresh grass (made available when their fence was moved yesterday):
Dukie says hello to Rose and Iris:
Finally, I hope “management” knows this fly mask is doing me no good on my back!
We’re lucky we have our friend Jake to mow down all these tall weeds:
There is tasty grass under them. 🐎