Friday, July 16, 2010

My chickens...

... are beautiful.

Every morning after letting my feathered teenagers out of the coop, I gather up the feathers left behind on the straw floor. They feel like little presents. Walking back to the house, holding my little bouquet, I think, these may not bring summer indoors like pink zinnias and yellow snapdragons, but these Buff Orpingtons and Cuckoo Marans, the Speckled Sussex and Wheaten Ameraucanas, they're just as nice.

That feather in front? That was left for me by my dear Lulu. I'm head over heels.

1 comment:

Jenni said...

your chickens' feathers are way more beautiful than a bouquet of flowers! =)