The hens are taking full advantage of the hole I dug under the fence so they can get into the pastures. If they remember how they used to go under the gate, before Mike fixed it, they show no sign of it.
In the morning the hens are often in the South Pasture with the sheep and donkeys, finding their own good things to eat.
And every evening when I look out the kitchen window there they are in the North Pasture.
They seem to have no fear, three very visible birds on the ground pecking away. The hawks that survey our farm have shown no interest in our hens. I suppose they’re too big, and there are plenty of smaller animals for the hawks to eat.
We’re getting 2-3 eggs every day. Enough for our breakfast and a few left over to give to friends.
