Hen Pergola

I had forgotten the end of last year's bean seeds were mixed in with the morning glories. I credit these plants with the cooler temperatures inside the chicken yard.

Juju and Jane Doe

I think we have a future 4H member

august?!

It is supposed to drop down to 45 degrees this weekend. Good bye tomatoes! It has not been a good season, with only 2 days that we wished we had air conditioning and many nights dropping below 60.

The hens have stayed mostly in their yard today - with the garage, wood fence and the vines keeping out the cooling breeze.

I am hoping for a Indian Summer.

Oh this is why my basil looks ragged!

Tweety & Daffodil with Shelly below

Chicken Rugby

The game was in full swing when I got home from work this afternoon. Hubby said they had playing it for most of the morning.

Yes, that is a dead mouse.















I can't decide whether to be grossed out or applaud.

old is better

Why am I showing you this?

Because it is glass. Go to any farm supply (here is is the local Fleet farm for everything except food and straw) and for $20 or so I can purchase a white plastic chicken waterer.

Or for a mere $3 at a flea market I get glass.

I will get a new metal bottom so I can put it on a heater for the winter.

As an added bonus - the chickens peck at the bubbles as they go up inside. LOL

But it works for the cat!?!

Every afternoon, Butters the cat suns himself on the step watching the hens cluck around the yard. He enjoys their company unless they come up on the step. At that point he meows until we let him in.

I can hear the conversation now - I am pretty sure it is Tweety's idea that if they stand at the back door they too will be let in.

"Hey she's at the door again. I'm sure it will work this time!"

"What's in there anyway?" This would be Jane Doe, the most vocal of the group. And the most suspicious of our intentions. "I don't think I want to go in."

"The waffles came from in there. The cucumbers too!" This would be Tweety again. The other three are looking back and forth between her and Jane like a tennis match. Jane is not convinced and jumps off into the bushes.

Tweety stood there, looking at the door, long after the others had left to chase worms in the wet yard.