After the rain, but before the snow-- we let the chickens and ducks free range again. All summer they must stay in a biiiiiiggg electronet-fenced circle around their chicken house, so the fox doesn't get them (again) and then they also leave my garden alone.
Well, the garden is history. Mama Hen and her adopted daughter, duck hen, went out scratching the garden frostbit leftovers with all the other fowl. Ms. Duck still follows her mom, but is on friendly terms with the strange ducks she's getting to know. She's behind Mama Hen, here:
Poppy the bottle
dog sheep lamb wondered about these funny creatures, chickens:
My neighbor, Jeremy, did a few hours' labor for us in exchange for many big round bales of grass hay we've let him take for years, now. He's a mighty bobcat operator, and the old sheep leanto hadn't been cleaned out for these 4-5 years. He made quite a compost mountain for us.Farm-wife wanna-bes, I do think he's still single. ;-) (He'd kill me for this, I think.)
Okay, I think I reached my photo limit, again. Coming up next, you guessed it, more sheep pictures!