Out my Window, King of the Woodpile

fire wood

A small pile of firewood,  delivered this morning, waiting to be stacked.   The chickens will have a hard time getting in the woodshed, one of their favorite places to hang out during the day.   Maybe they’ll perch on top of it.  It’s a good spot for Strut to crow from.   I can imagine him up there flapping his wings,  crowing:  I’m King of the Woodpile.

3 thoughts on “Out my Window, King of the Woodpile

  1. Thanks Maria. I think it’s both of these things in us. Also the love of the outdoors and nature. Added to the pure disdain of inside housework!

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