This is the real cruelty of nature: A nice day.
It's sunny, warmish, certainly by December standards, and the chickens are lolling about in the leaves, scratching up what's left of my perennial garden...... now there was a waste of cash - and examining all the things that escaped their notice the last time they went through the yard. I think they are trying to fit in every ounce of sunshine and fresh air before winter comes down like a hammer again.
They are so cheerful about the weather when it is charming, and just like everyone else when it isn't. They are an improvement on humans in this way.
I found one of those big convex mirrors that are used at intersections to reveal traffic blind spots and which most drivers ignore. I placed it near one of their favorite locations and watched them admire themselves. For once, Buck was uninterested. He will not be fooled again. The first time he saw a mirror he attacked it. The second time he walked away grumbling. As I crossed the yard holding this thing, the size of a satellite dish, he just stood there glaring at me refusing to move off the walk. Maybe he thought I dared to challenge his authority by bringing another big handsome chicken into the yard. Not a chance.
It's sunny, warmish, certainly by December standards, and the chickens are lolling about in the leaves, scratching up what's left of my perennial garden...... now there was a waste of cash - and examining all the things that escaped their notice the last time they went through the yard. I think they are trying to fit in every ounce of sunshine and fresh air before winter comes down like a hammer again.
They are so cheerful about the weather when it is charming, and just like everyone else when it isn't. They are an improvement on humans in this way.
I found one of those big convex mirrors that are used at intersections to reveal traffic blind spots and which most drivers ignore. I placed it near one of their favorite locations and watched them admire themselves. For once, Buck was uninterested. He will not be fooled again. The first time he saw a mirror he attacked it. The second time he walked away grumbling. As I crossed the yard holding this thing, the size of a satellite dish, he just stood there glaring at me refusing to move off the walk. Maybe he thought I dared to challenge his authority by bringing another big handsome chicken into the yard. Not a chance.
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