My silly hubby thinks he can get away with these types of things. The chickens keep running down the road and over to the neighbor’s yard so hubby has been using the lawn mower to wrangle them back into the yard. Um… really?
He actually said these words to me when he noticed me standing on the porch (words in the photo), as I’m thinking to myself “Run Forrest… Ruuuuuuuun!”
I love this dog with my whole heart. She is beautiful fat wrinkly loyal lumpy smelly soft precious farty gentle and my best friend.
This is what happens when you try to take photos outside. the chickens come running as soon as they think there might be treats. Gimli the rooster kept peeking around to see if I was hiding anything.
In memory of my two sweet old hens Goldie Hawn and Wild. They both passed away this week and I was heartbroken today when I went out and found that Wild was gone. She was my favorite hen for so long. I will miss her loud cackling and curiosity. I hope they both are free-ranging in that big old meadow in the sky.