Yesterday was the perfect day for sunbathing...
in a winter coat!
Looking out of the window, it sure looks like spring.
Step outside the door, and it still feels like winter!
There is warmth to the sun, however.
If you sit in the sun long enough it is actually quite comfortable.
The naturalized daffodils in the front pasture will be blooming by the end of the week...
a sure sign of what's to come!
Our roosters seem to have worked out their differences.
Prince is definitely the alpha rooster.
This one gives him wide berth.
As for the flogging... it only seems to be the neighbors that get flogged...
(Sorry, Jim and Kathy!)
Friday's comments yielded this question:
"How did the turkeys come to live on the farm?"
Here's the story....
10 years ago, when we moved to the farm full time and built our house,
we bought three just-hatched turkeys.
We had the idea that we would raise them for food.
Of course we made the "mistake" of naming them...
Thanksgiving (Tom), Christmas (Chuck), and Easter (Edith).
We very soon learned that we could never eat something that we named.
Actually, we learned that we could no eat something that had depended upon us for care.
And very quickly, three turkeys became part...