I love that saying, even if favourite is spelled incorrectly.
At least it is in these parts.
Maybe we add extra letters here to our words to keep ourselves warm.
It's quite possible.
These tiny white paper-ish pods were so tiny and delicate,
they made me wish for a macro lens.
It's Tuesday and it's my first full five day work week in a very long time.
It won't be easy but I think I'll make it.
And our troubled hen, seems to be on the mend.
She was out foraging with her flock yesterday, albeit with a little less
gusto than she normally has. And when it was time to bring her in the coop
for the night, she looked at me with more than a little distrust in her eyes.
I think she was afraid we were going to go through that again.
I can't say as I blame her.
The red bandito, on the other hand,
is wondering why her favourite chicken friend had to leave.
Even with a towel over the crate,
I think the chicken would prefer not to have
Ember quite so close.
Call it a hunch.
~Be well friends~