Hubs took us one step closer to achieving utter feral-ness on the weekend. You see we've had an unusually massive amount of rain. Days and days of it. The coldest, wettest summer ever. Our chooks are so narked-off by the situation that they are now producing one egg a day, and verbally abusing anyone that gets near their enclosure. So hubs came up with an attractive solution that blends in well with my carefully tended garden (see post of two days ago)
|Nothing says classy like the old blue tarp|
The ladies, however, are loving it. Though not enough to have stepped up egg production.
|Illustration 2: The Ladies, Loving It.|