Sweet Innocence

Rocky and friends mosey around the yard, scratching and pecking, cackling sweetly at their finds in the moist earth, totally unaware that they are in danger at this time. We may be losing our home and that means they too may be losing their home. I have not made a post to this blog for a month because all my energy, which is rather low at this time, has been devoted to dread. Dread. A horrible feeling. If not for the beauty, innocence, and love of our chickens, we might not have made it through Black March.