We had a bit of snow.
Not enough to play in, but enough to make us smile.
I went outside to check the girls
and the snow was nowhere to be found.
I finally found a bit in the garden.
Higgins should have been named Pig Pen.
See how dirty he is?
There's my girls.
Looks like they're having a pow wow.
You know I'm kidding - chickens don't have pow wow's!
The Duchess says it's time to get the greenhouse set up.
Eight weeks till last frost - Let's get those seeds planted!
But first maybe I should check for any
winter berries :)
Nope. Nothing there.
I better get out of here quick, before I get caught.
The girls love to get out of their pen.
We like it too because they leave tasty stuff for us!
Higgins truly believes the chickens are his responsibility.
He likes to round them up and keep them together.
Did you know chickens drink from mud puddles?
They don't mind the mud at all.
And after all the fun I had in the winter weather
I had to go to the Beauty Parlor.
Now I'm softer than a baby rabbit. That's soft!
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