There is one thing to be said for being sick on a holiday... the time moves quickly. It's Wednesday evening already, I could not sit up long enough to sit at the computer last night.
Here are some pictures from around the place today:
They are NOT setting! I have had to climb in there, sick or not, twice in the last three days, to pull the eggs from under them. They were NOT happy.
The Molt continues - feathers, like snow, on the ground.
Sunflowers growing wild on the barn pad.
"The Treat Bucket's Coming! The Treat Bucket's Coming!"
The steeley eye of Farmdog Abby watching Reddy this evening.
I went back to work today, but my throat is raw again and I can't turn my head again. I guess it may have been too soon.