The hens have found a new favorite spot under the crab apple tree. They made a dust bath next to my shade garden, scratching up the dry soil and lolling in it, sometimes two at a time.
Color is coming back to the farm. Not only in the intensely green grass, and budding trees, but in the marsh as well. Layers of reds, pinks, tans, and greens unfold into the distant mountains and tumultuous spring sky.
