Blooms and buds are busting out all around us:
The little ones have more daylight for springing:
The chickens are wicked frisky. One lady in particular, Rosie, puffed up by spring, has become fiercely defensive of the nestbox and any eggs (or, ahem, egg-like objects) that happen to be in the nest box. The other chickens, poor girls, have to stand in line for an hour or more at a time waiting for their turn after Rosie stakes her claim in the nest box. Sometimes I think I catch them rolling their eyes at Rosie, as if to say, "Jeez, does she think she invented egg-laying or what?" Check Rosie out, deeply offended because the next hen in line is giving her the hurry-up talk:
And, in case you missed it, a close-up of the Evil Eye this chicken has perfected. Scary, right?:
The eggs and egg-like object she is defending:
And have you seen the skies lately? Every night I get home from work and head directly to the backyard hammock to breathe in the skies. I allow myself those few minutes of stillness before joining the rush again. Such lovely spring skies.