Chick, Chick, Chickens
Spring is always a time of hope, for me, and for the chickens. I think they love this weather more than I do. They can once again do what chickens love to do, scratch around in the leaf little finding bugs and other tasty treats.
They sit in the sun, spread out their wings, and soak it up. They dust bathe in the dry spots. They spend as much time outside as they can (just like I do).
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