Our poor little darlings (aka the crazy chickens) are a little fed up with all the wet stuff falling out of the sky.
I can’t blame them – I’ve been going stir crazy today. I think my craziness has a lot to do with my planned day of quiet being thwarted with the cancellation of golf, that would have taken hubby and Mr14 out of the house for the bulk of the day. They were home by 8am. I was barely even out of bed! That plus the unrelenting rain putting the kibosh on my daily walk, and I’m ready for a large glass of red – argh! But I’m trying to abstain! Probably not tonight.
Moneypenny had the right idea for most of the day – hiding out in the coop trying to stay dry. Sheltered under the ginormous macadamia tree, it is effective on even the most drizzly days. Not so effective today.
Harriet and Arabella spent most of the dayĀ aimlessly wandering around, looking increasingly bedraggled. Poor darlings.
At least they perked up a bit for a late afternoon snack.
They really are the cutest little creatures. š
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