We needed to clean the coop. Fancy was marvelous about offering to help. She even put on her bandana to keep the dust out of her comb, and mittens to keep her hands clean. So, we let the girls out in the yard. Of course, they immediately started dirt-bathing. We found Fancy a perfect-sized chair for watching chicken tv. She asked me if they would mind if she watched. I said, probably not, since I watch them all the time.
They clucked a bit, and looked at her with suspicion. I told her to give them a bit of time. They were willing to chat with her while they munched on some miner's lettuce. Fancy thought it looked tasty. I told her that it was full of vitamin C, so if she wanted to nibble a bit, no harm done.
Then it was time to shovel out the coop. Fancy grabbed the pitchfork, and I manned the shovel. Together, we had it clean in no time.
Fancy and I sat back and enjoyed a job well-done!
It was getting a bit dark, but Fancy was looking at my yard, and wondering out loud about how I could have so many awesome trees, but no tree swing. So, I found some rope (off an old sled -- don't ask) and a board. Before long, Fancy was pumping her long legs! (Bizzy, note the plum blossom snow!) Boy, can Fancy swing!