Semi wonderful actually, they are migrating but that does not stop them from stopping by to hang out in the trees to scope out the buffet...aka my fat chickens. :)
Same as ever here, ranging on an acre out out sunrise and in bed at sunset.
Hens are molting, hawks are migrating and the roosters are doing their jobs magnificently as a team telling the ladies to seek cover and sounding the alarms to summon the cranky food woman outside to flail at the trees...