There is much to be said for time spent watching a flock of chickens. Their personalities and their flock interactions are quite entertaining. Chicken watching has become one of my favourite ways to chill out. This afternoon I watched Paddy dig hole after hole in the ‘Clubhouse’. Each time he was totally buried and loving it a hen would come along and he would step aside and give her the favourite spot. I laughed when the dozen chased me around the paddock and into the Clubhouse as they were all convinced I had a banana hidden somewhere for their treat!
Down in the front paddock I settled onto my tractor and watched as Paddy escorted the hens from treat to treat. Any time a Jay called out … or a squirrel chattered a scolding … Paddy would pause and turn an eye to the sky. Meanwhile the hens carried on oblivious to any need for caution. He sure is a good rooster!
The sun brought the four-legged out of their shelters too. LOVING – loving – LOVING these whispers of spring.
BECAUSE OF THE SUNSHINE … I couldn’t stop taking beautiful pictures!