Chickens chasing bugs
A yard dance
A moment so perfect comes as
wide gaited she lobbles along until in mid-air she stretches
and snatches catching a mosquito
That is my girl!
They went down... ALL of them to a mother fox in one afternoon.
They disappeared without a trace
O O O O O Oh oh the vagaries of nature and who who who
do we root for?
We are getting more chickens, pullets this time. God knows by now the value of each egg.
|Tigger the cat watches the flock through the fence|
|Golden Laced Wyandotte|
Mother fox and kits have begun to venture from the den. Those of us living in her range speak of our sightings, check our fences, and call in the cats.
It is a jungle out here in Maine.