I have not shared any photos of my chickens since they have grown. Till recently I kept them in the shed, but that wasn't working out. This summer has been unusually hot, and they were panting constantly. I couldn't even keep them in water because it kept evaporating.
So one day I just opened the barn door and they walked directly into my life, and have upended our household. It feels like our land is now ruled by these chickens.
Prince Charming, and Cinderella, most likely the layer of all these eggs. The two are constant companions.
Beauty, and Snow White.
In the evening, they perch on the fence, and one by one fly up into a large oak in the front yard. They settle in for the night. In the morning, Prince Charming is the first to rise.
Right now, he begins crowing at about 5 a.m. Now that I have begun doing my embroidery in the morning, I am awake before him.
While embroidering, I am listening to Shirley, by Charlotte Bronte. I am awed by Librivox, and it stands right next to Project Gutenberg in its greatness. Shirley is somewhat hard to follow, fascinating in the subject of early industry and textiles, which is a subject that has always interested me, but there are numerous long character sketches, and sometimes I fade.
This is a stupendous discovery for me, one which inspired me to take my embroidery back to task, as there are so many classics on my reading list.