Good morning chicken wranglers
Oh for the warmth of spring ! this is the song of the cardinals as they forage for their sustanance, even the little finches cry as they wing and flit from limb to limb in search of a meager morsel with which to quell the aching in their empty tummies. Only the farm creatures go about their businesswith an earstwhile repast.The anual lament of a long hard winter is in full regailia, and it is hardly a mardi gras at this point. As I type this modest dialouge even I long for the warmth of a spring evening and the mild breeze tickling my skin as it filters through the screen of an open window. Such is life" as a rule man's a fool, when it's hot he wants it cool, when it's cool he wants it hot, always wanting what its not! Good week end and God bless!