When it’s cold, the chickens don’t get to go out much, mainly because Vince or I have to sit outside with them and keep the corralled so they don’t go wandering off to the neighbors’ yards or into the woods, never to be found again.
On sunny, fairly warm and dry days, we let them out and they’re always so happy to run around and play.
There’s the ugly chicken with just one tail feather. Poor thing!
I wish we lived where they could run loose all the time but then a coyote or hawk would probably eat them and I’d want to go back to keeping them in the run. I wonder how long it would take for a city girl to have farm animals before she didn’t get upset at the thought of losing a chicken or a cow or a goat. For some people, that’s just the cycle of life but I’m just not there yet. I would be so sad if something happened to one of my chickens. Heck, I still have the mean chicken in the freezer and she’s been in there for almost a year. Guess it’s time to dispose of her . . there’s no way she’s going to be served for dinner around here.