This rainy, cool summer has benefited the weed population.
Look at the chicken yard...
it's lined with enormous weeds.
There's a path through the middle just large enough for us to walk...
for feeding, watering and cleaning purposes.
At any given time, there will be at least 10 chickens relaxing in holes beneath these weeds.
The chickens dig holes in the dirt for their dirt baths.
So you see... this is, in essence, a chicken spa!!
One of our little red hens from this summer's batch of chicks is
head over spurs in love with Number 7.
She waits outside his pen each morning for the door to open and Number 7 to emerge.
Then she spends her day following him around... sometimes in the company of a few of her sisters.
He's quite handsome and does a beautiful morning dance to entice her...
not that she needs any encouragement!
One of these mornings I will film all of the drama that ensues when the door
to the chicken house opens.
Number 7 comes running out...
pursued by big white "Fish".
Fish is definitely head honcho in this henhouse and wields that authority
un-mercilessly upon Number 7 every single morning.
The only silver lining is his little red hen who is waiting for him with a sparkle in her eye.