The Hens are Fine, and I Have Time…

So I moved to the back screened porch this morning. The cold breeze on the east porch got to much for me. Here I’m tucked into the shelter of the house, and still wrapped in two cotton throws. Silly me, but I am loathe to give up my porch space.

It is quieter here, without the bubbling sound of the ponds. I heard the distant sound of a hoot owl, and now some sort of birds calling a harsh, “Scat! Scat!” Roosters from far away, thank goodness. My hens, in their house beyond the backyard, are yet...