The chickens have been making too much noise in the mornings. I now let them out of their run as soon as I climb out of bed and have my first cup of piping hot coffee.
Today, as I was walking by The Robin, aka #1, I see Esmeralda sitting under the sink beneath the hostas. I was afraid that she wasn’t feeling well.
About a half hour later I stopped back to check on my sweet Esmeralda but she was no longer under there.
I needn’t have worried. What I saw instead was too good not to write about. Especially since I have been complaining about the girls being lazy
The little stinkers, I bet there are a few more nests under some trees here and there…