The weather has cooled, thank God.
But the rain has not arrived.
According to the maps, it rained all around us yesterday, but nary a drop here.
But there's still hope. They say tomorrow ... maybe.
In the meantime, there's something afoot in the coop.
Little Miss has decided to molt.
This was overnight...
Evidently, she doesn't think much of slow transitions.
She's a quiet, unassuming little hen. But in the molting department, she's fearless.
Imagine Patsy Cline singing.... "I fall to pieces" ...... and you have Little Miss.
She was very busy eating when I was trying to take these pictures.
And yes, that's Goldie in the slammer.
Guess who's gone broody now?
Never a dull moment here on the edge of the big woods.
Speaking of big woods, I was thinking about Robbie this morning.
He would have loved it here.
Evidently, she doesn't think much of slow transitions.
She's a quiet, unassuming little hen. But in the molting department, she's fearless.
Imagine Patsy Cline singing.... "I fall to pieces" ...... and you have Little Miss.
She was very busy eating when I was trying to take these pictures.
And yes, that's Goldie in the slammer.
Guess who's gone broody now?
Never a dull moment here on the edge of the big woods.
Speaking of big woods, I was thinking about Robbie this morning.
He would have loved it here.