Tilly and the girls are finally through their molt. For a few months, we sat on the sidelines, waiting for the feathers to return and the eggs to become abundant. This past weekend, it happened. Seven eggs were laid in one day. We had not seen that in months.
The chickens love fall. They love the cooler weather. They love roosting in the sunshine and taking a nap. They love snuggling on the roosts at night. They love going boneless and practicing yoga positions while dust bathing. They enjoy scratching in the leaves, discovering tiny insects and tasty morsels along the way.
Yesterday, I did not do much more than try to recover from a tummy bug. I decided after it warmed up a bit that I would love to sit in the Adirondack chair with a warm comfy blanket and spend time with the girls. They did not seem to mind that I was observing their every move. Chickens are such happy little things. They are little hiccups of happiness, that brighten my day and somehow make negative things just melt away.
Photo Credit: Tilly’s Nest