My Hens have always known when it's chicken dark. Twilight...one of my favorite times of day. Enjoyed a glass
of wine with the old hens and pullets tonight, which was both pleasant and painful, as the youngsters think
that the freckles on my arms are food. Zora pecks really hard!!! I watched them play, practice insect hunting,
sparring, and I swear--Parsi (Parsnip) the white polish went running so fast after a bug that when she stopped
she skidded on both feet around a dirt corner. Hilarious!!! Very cartoon-like girl she is. She regained her
composure and strutted off looking like a cross between ZsaZsa Gabor and Phyllis Diller. Hummingbirds sipped
from the trumpet vine, I sipped my wine--lovely evening in central Illinois.