Chicken Run


.Today when I take the chickens their daily rations, my big Brahma hen tries to lead a prison bust, making a break for the door with half the flock at her heels.  I dutifully block the doorway.  A stiff north wind rushes down through the pine grove and across the small pasture (if you can call the unique blend of weeds growing out there pasture).  The snow isn’t exactly “falling.”  It’s racing horizontally across the barnyard, endlessly restless. Continue reading Chicken Run