Clouds, clouds, clouds; grey, grey, grey. Winter’s cold cloudy grasp is starting to wear away the hope of spring, and I have contracted a case of cabin fever. This ailment has been affecting the bigger chicks as well as the human inhabitants of our home. They have taken to playing peck-the-little-one, not a game I approve of at all. So Rachel and I hauled them outside for some run around time . . .
They had a fun time, and we certainly enjoyed watching and laughing at their bathing rituals, just proves rolling around (or digging in) the dirt is a great cure for winter weariness.