It didn’t rain yesterday! No snow, no slush, no drizzle. Not even strong winds. Despite the clouds and the overall grey (oh, how I wish for some cheering sun,) snow melted and the chickens spied grass through the fence. They insisted on an outing. I checked the skies for hawks. All clear.
Buffy strides right out. I haven’t seen her move this fast for ages.
The ice around the goat’s paddock gate finally melted, so they got an outing, too.
Why stand on one chair, when you can try out two?
But, the boys don’t go too far without checking back in with me.
Everyone likes a different perspective on their home. Philomena gets up high. Caper tastes the door handle. Life is just so interesting!
This morning wet snow flurries are coming down. Leaves are blowing and treetops swaying – it’s exactly how March winds are supposed to be. But, it’s a springtime blow, we can all feel it. Smell it, too. The mint in the goat’s paddock is coming up, and when I raked there yesterday, the air smelled green.