If, by Elvis, we mean chickens.
For the first time in a long time, there's nobody in here but us humans*.
The last of the chicks moved outside today, since they're all grown up and feathered out. We'll have a couple of weeks of peace and quiet, then the cycle will start again when we take delivery on the next batch of peepers.
It's quiet.
Too quiet.
*Well, there's one little Siamese Betta fish, but he's pretty low-profile.
4 comments:
Don't scare me like that! (I read the title, in my reader, and was all "what? more death?? what???) (uhm, o.k. I may be a tad excitable this a.m. no coffee for me.)
kmkat has me reading cold antler farm - where there has been a fox in the hen house.
If quiet is a problem, I have a cat you could borrow ;)
What Bullwinkle said. I was trying to remember who Elvis was. :-)
Enjoy the serenity. It'll be over soon.
Quiet can be good! Time to reflect and plan the next spinning/knitting project.
Enjoy the quiet while it lasts!
xo
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