I'm hobbling around a bit better, but I still am not able to do too much roaming in the pasture. (And I don't really want to when I remember stepping into that hole...*) Last night, the mobile chicken coop was upgraded, and my chair was placed so that I could see the action. (Some of the action is not publishable as some individuals were not wearing belts.)
I finally got a chance to get a picture of the artwork on the side of the coop.
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| Evidence that we basically let the boys do whatever they want. |
Barack O'Llama wonders when Scott will install a llama-sized door.
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| It is my new shade shelter, isn't it? |
Cashew came over for an unprecedented scratch.
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| Cashew. Only one more shy lamb to convert to friendliness. |
Speaking of shy sheep, Hazel and Filly looked like a scene of mother-daughter love...
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| Excuse me, I have a mouth full of grass. |
...and Elsie nursed Pecan and Pistachio, although I
really don't think she was feeling the love.
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| Poor Elsie. |
The big roosters, Oklahoma and Colonel Brandon #1, seem to get along. (I did see them both pick on wee little Colonel Brandon #2 -- something I'll take into consideration when deciding who goes into the pot!)
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| No cockfighting here. |
Finally, because she is too cute not to share:
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| Acorn. |
*The hole has been filled. Scott and Colonel Brandon #2 filled it over the weekend. They also attempted to rid the pasture of horse nettle.
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| Little rooster... |
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| ...big helper. |
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