This is an exhausting time of year at the old homestead. We market garden, so the work is tough and compressed into a short time frame. The older I get, the more frequently I have stop at the end of row, sit down, have cup of coffee and just sit in the shade a spell.
That's when I enjoy the chickens the most. I got a pen here, a pen there, some pullets darting out of their barn there, stuff like that. Gives me a chance to just sit and enjoy them, at all their ages. This IS the best time of year to just soak in the beauty of these birds. A dark Red flashing across a deep green yard, with a blur of really, really yellow legs? Nah. It doesn't get any better than that. Then, you get up, wipe your brow and go do another row of planting peas. Beats being under the sod all to heck.
That's when I enjoy the chickens the most. I got a pen here, a pen there, some pullets darting out of their barn there, stuff like that. Gives me a chance to just sit and enjoy them, at all their ages. This IS the best time of year to just soak in the beauty of these birds. A dark Red flashing across a deep green yard, with a blur of really, really yellow legs? Nah. It doesn't get any better than that. Then, you get up, wipe your brow and go do another row of planting peas. Beats being under the sod all to heck.
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