Not because the Weeping Angels will get ya' (sorry, Doctor Who reference)
But, because I did, and now it is nearly Independence day.
I swear that yesterday was just the beginning of planting season, and that my now nearly 11 week old chickens were just wee widdle babes.
Here are a couple of random blooming flower pics.
So, I did take some pics of the babes when I first moved them into their new home, they were nearly 6 weeks old at the time.
Here they are as of this morning, at nearly 11 weeks.
Now, the Lacey's (Silver Laced Wyandottes) are named Flora and Flossie
And the Aussies (Australorp) are named Maude, Mazie and Mabel
I grew up around chickens for most of my life and I guess took them for granted (as well as the fresh eggs since there was always plenty of those too!) But, apparently absence does make the heart grow stronger because these funny little gals have just made me so happy.
Manly says they are probably some of the most spoiled chickens ever.
(Its hot today, so they get one of their special treats.
I slice up watermelon and put the slices in individual ziploc baggies and put them in the freezer, then on a hot day, they get a watermelon frozen treat:)
Anywho, other than spoiling chickens, gardening and farming, nothing too exciting around the farm.
Hope all is well in your neck of the woods!
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