This morning I raked the leaves gathering on the tarp over the chicken run into the corner, and the girls are loving them. I guess you could call this a "chicken enrichment program," similar to what zoos do to keep their residents mentally and physically occupied. ha
The tarp covering has been such a blessing; although the rainy season has begun, the girls can still enjoy daily dust baths.
Unfortunately, we have had a hen leave us. Roosty, the last of our original four chicks, died sometime Monday night after looking peaked for a day or so. She was one of Brian's, so he consoled himself by cuddling Sweet Cheeks. Sweet boy.
That's it for now from . . .