The weather has been balmy, and our new chickies are fearless, so we've been putting them outside in the portable chicken pen.
The hens are unimpressed. Harriet, who was supposed to be their surrogate mother, seems to want to kill them. She screeches herself hoarse whenever she notices them. Good thing she spends most of her time camped out in the henhouse, trying to incubate non-existent eggs.
Smog is fascinated. He is trying to convince us that our back yard is the Peaceable Kingdom, and that he should be allowed to "play" with his new 'friends."
Our chickies seem unconvinced.
As for the garden itself, maybe the less said about it the better. It's in an awkward in-between phase, which isn't being helped by the drought conditions here in California. If you want to read what real gardeners are up to, check up the fun at Daphne's weekly garden jamboree.