The chickens have grown quite a bit since the last time Heather saw them. They are also harder to catch now.
The tree laying on the ground used to be one of my tree forts. The tree was blown over most likely in the Columbus Day Storm of 1962. It was at a 45 degree angle when I was a kid. Now it is all the way down on the ground but it’s still alive.
Our mature chickens are awaiting the introduction of the new chicks.
We went and said hello to some of the llamas. Goddard and Webster were eager for some treats. They wouldn’t let poor Camelot have a snack.
Grace Ann is the queen of this corral. Even though she is quite old and feeble, she still gets first pick of food.
Another pen holds some of our younger females. They were inquisitive.
They wouldn’t quite give Heather a kiss.
Poofy was happy to have some attention from Heather.
Some other llamas coming to say hello.
