Fancy yellow feet of death on that bird. They are glorious birds but damn, once you've seen one snatch a young chicken and fly with it off to the woods, the mother hen screaming in terror, you can never look at them the same again. Mama Hen wants desperately to be let out of the coop with her children and although I know she is as fierce a mother as one could find in the poultry world, I don't think that even she could prevent a hawk from getting one of her babies. And so they stay in the coop for now even though it hurts my heart to see even a hen and chicks held captive in a coop, as large as it may be.
The boys are coming soon and will be here through supper time tonight. The pool is still set up from yesterday and I hope they want to spend some time in it. It feels like a day to be slow and easy. We shall see how they feel about that.
And so it goes and now I want to hang the sheets on the line, and the porch plants need a good soaking. It is a good day to be a grandmother in Lloyd and I hope we get more rain soon.