Chicken guards and a red streak

Some folks who own small planes think it's fun to streak
the sky as the sun is going down. And when there's more
than one up there, they cross each other's trails.
Some fun, eh?

The end of June has finally provided some really gorgeous sunny warm days, perfect for sitting on the porch in the evening, watching the sun go down. It is mostly peaceful back there (see previous post) other than an occasional deer sighting that will get the dogs barking. I saw a new fawn this week, so the does are in mother-mode. They don't run off when the dogs bark, they just stare them down. So the barking goes on...and on...

I have no story to go with the big chicken pic other than it amuses me. It looks like they are defending the Kia, but really they are begging for food. The gold-laced one (front row left) is the boss hen. She gets along fine with the rooster, but everyone knows she's really the boss.

The little chickens are now regularly closing themselves up inside the coop at night. It was coincidental that they were difficult children while I was in NJ for the weekend. I tried to blame it on The Husband, because I routinely blame him for everything, but in retrospect it just took them a few days to understand where they were supposed to sleep. In the tree, in the rain, turned out not to be their best choice. Little did they know they were also in danger from the big critters out there.

They are still spending their days inside the larger chicken fence by the coop, but just yesterday I saw them out exploring in the driveway, halfway back to the house. That's where the big girls hang out, and they are ready to join the big-girl party. My little babies, all grown up!