This is George. He and his girls recently discovered my "forgery".
It's out of the rain - and it's got coal ash all over the place for them to dust in.
The hens wallow around in the dirt while the big fella pulls security.
One hen even lays under the gas forge. It's such a nice place.
This was yesterday at about this time of day.
Today's horrible and rainy.
He and the harem will be there and will, again be pissed at me for running them out.
2 comments:
A bird in the forge is worth two in the bush? or The chickens have come home to roost?------S
Still working up an appropriate homily.
It's slow coming.
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