This week, chickens in the veggie garden and coops, and ducks in the pond. You know, the usual. Except a bonus Rory sighting.
A couple of the oldest girls perched on the potato planters in the veggie garden:
The ducks during some rain showers:
Mealworm treats:
Water trailing off the bill:
Bert:
Gert:
Rory out for her walk on afternoon rounds, watched by the chickens in the veggie garden:
Chickens in the new coop:
And in the old coop:
A couple freshly laid eggs in a nesting box:
All the chickens are in together now? Will you get some more in Spring? and ducks too of course – what stops them from flying away (apart from their very confortab11111le living stndard (sorry, getting a little help from my friend Atticus)
No more chickens for a year; we get more every other year. We’ll let the ducks breed, or buy more if necessary. Domestic ducks can’t fly very well, and they know a good thing.