We never thought it would come but spring is truly here. The run-off alone has created flooding down in our valley on a scale we haven’t seen before, so we’re getting about in tall wellies no matter what kind of day it is. Up at the house things are pretty dry in comparison, and our Americauna chickens are making the most of every single day, treating foraging as the Olympic sport they know it to be. No wonder they tuck themselves up in their coop by 5 o’clock when the sun is still high in the sky, they must be plum exhausted.
The evidence of bark stripping by other creatures is everywhere, testament to such a long winter and we’re getting to grips with some potential losses that we hadn’t seen coming. Our beloved manchu cherries, only three years old, really took a hit (they normally do very well in the winter and we just didn’t think to give them extra protection going into this one). We’ve ordered some replacements, but I’m still hoping that they may survive (probably not very realistic, but hope is second nature in growing anything).
I’ll leave you with some photos of our little flock engaging in what Sailors Small Farm so aptly calls ‘chicken business’.