I’m just gonna write as if I’ve been blogging all along and any random reader who happens along will just have to use her context skills to fill in the blanks.
My eight-year-old, Jack, says it’s a pretty far walk from the house to the new chicken coop.
I say it’s not, but then would any walk be too far on a lovely May Day morning?
I guess it might be a long walk in January, but that’s so far away.
Anyway, the little ladies (THEY’D BETTER BE LADIES!) survived their first night in their new home.
And none too soon, since they were escaping every box I could find and, y’know, doing what chickens do IN MY HOUSE.