Last night, a miracle happened.
It rained.
A beautiful, peaceful, gentle, blessed rain.
Thanks be to God.
The chicks will be two weeks old tomorrow. They are growing like weeds. Which is no surprise, because all they DO all day long is eat. And peep. They never really stop peeping. Or moving. It's hard to get pictures of them!
Last night before I closed up the coop, I watered down the pen where the chicks and Lydia live as it had gotten terribly dusty. This morning I see the unmistakable signs that Lydia is molting.
This is great news really. I hope her neck feathers will now grow in and she will stop looking like a pterodactyl.
Here's the whole brood, enjoying sprouted lentils:
They love them.
It's still a mystery if we have roosters or pullets. I have my suspicions, but they are only wild guesses that I will keep to myself so as to shield my ignorance on the subject.
(A wise move. As your ignorance is deeply profound.)
And you are profoundly boring.
Your insults have no power over me today.
God has given us rain. I cannot be dissuaded from my place of Joy.
This is great news really. I hope her neck feathers will now grow in and she will stop looking like a pterodactyl.
Here's the whole brood, enjoying sprouted lentils:
They love them.
It's still a mystery if we have roosters or pullets. I have my suspicions, but they are only wild guesses that I will keep to myself so as to shield my ignorance on the subject.
(A wise move. As your ignorance is deeply profound.)
And you are profoundly boring.
Your insults have no power over me today.
God has given us rain. I cannot be dissuaded from my place of Joy.