The chickens, dressed in their new feathers are back. They sit outside my studio, wallow in the their dirt baths under the hen house and cluck and preen under the lilac bush.
The won’t go in the barn, not yet, Zip still has control over that. But they don’t run from him or stay away like they had been.
Maybe they finally realized that they are bigger than he is. And perhaps he’s too busy chasing rats and mice and moles and voles to bother with chickens.
Looking at their fluffy feathers brought back a sudden memory of wearing a petticoat as a child.
I find it hard to even imagine that was what I did, and thought it was so special. Makes me laugh looking at your girls!
Oh I can imagine how much fun that was to wear a petticoat LoisJean. And the hens do look like they are too.
So so pleased the hens are back.
🙂