‘Twas an early morning feeding for the girls today — one even they didn’t seem to enjoy. Is 4:30 am too early to enjoy some crumbles and chicken scratch? Judging by the upturned beaks and glazed eyes of the hens this morning, yes.
But what does one do when leaving for the airport at 5:30? You put your big-girl panties on and deal with it.
First vacation away from the chickens for more than a day or two. Little bit stressed, as I always seem to be when leaving the kitties.
Good caring neighbors will be attending to my little farm until I return. They seem to realize how much I care for my little crumb-snatchers.
They will be fine. They will be fine.