After three very wet, cold and gloomy days it was nice to get a day with nothing but sun. But I really, really hate it when the chickens do this...
Don't they look dead? They're only sunbathing but man they sure look dead. Scares the daylights out of me every time.
While the chickens were practicing their death scenes (drama queens) the guys were able to finish up the fence today. We ended up fencing off about 2/3rds of an acre. I tried to fit it all in the photo, but some of the right side had to get cut off. (click on it to bigify) The fence starts just to the left of the chicken coop then goes straight back to the woods, turns to the right and runs behind the small red barn and on for another thirty feet or so before it turns back and then crosses behind the new sheep shack and back to the coop. This will allow Blackbeard and his ladies access to free range and mingle with the sheep.
I worked outside as much as I could but I kept getting drawn back indoors by all the fuzzy cuteness going on around here.
Our little Lazarus (or Liza if it's a girl) is doing well and has started growing wing feathers already.
Polly has turned out to be an excellent mother.
She's had her two little ones up and scratching for food all day.
And inside the brooder it's all about the sock. Doesn't matter where you put it. Everybody wants to be on the sock.