Chickens adore the mud, probably more than the pigs, because it means easier scratching. I hope easier scratching means more eggs. It seems the hens went back on strike and refuse to lay. I'm down to two green eggs and I'm refusing to buy another dozen. I know one of us will crack first. Sad to say, it'll probably be me. I adore eggs for breakfast.
Obiwan and I enjoyed a few quiet, muddy moments (if there is such a thing having 8 roosters) with one of the flocks . . .
Today, the mud is gone; replaced by this . . .
And that leaves only one thing to do . . .
Here, Obiwan and I are spinning more of the Green Fiber. (Don't tell, but I've been secretly knitting a throw at night in bed to save my sanity.) Actually, I'm doing a bit of spinning 'twixt and 'tween moving stuff and helping to install carpet ~ photos of that to come soon. I'm also ignoring the laundry.