I was gazing out the back door at my peaceful yard when I saw this. ~
Not the arrow. I edited that in so you would notice the chickens perched on the top of the eight foot high fence. A white arrow floating in the trees would have been worthy of a separate post, don't you think?
They're taunting Gertie and Lizzie, calling them sissies. "You're too fat to fly!" ~
That's the two new girls, Kay and Molly, that I brought home the same day I picked up the kittens.
"You didn't think this little fence would keep us in here, did you?". ~
Actually, Kay, I did think it would. It's for your safety.
Okay, I can live with them digging up the potato plants. ~
They also dug up the new grass I planted to fill in an old fire pit. They like to take dirt baths there. Hmmm - what to do about this eyesore?
I'll pretend it is supposed to be there. Paint up a little sign and designate this a chicken spa area. It sounds so much better in French! ~
I feel much better about it! ~
My favourite part of all this chicken freedom is finding them following me down the sidewalk on the way to visit my neighbour. Nothing looks as chic as a chicken entourage!