Cute mental picture of the day, if you like chickens.
Beatrice, the buff orpington, and Sophie, the silver lace wyandotte, excited about strawberries.
I had about five strawberries leftover whose skins were starting to get dark and they were becoming unappetizing. Not to the chickens, though! They spear them and then run around with the strawberries stuck to their beaks before shaking them off.
Beatrice wasn't as thrilled as Sophie, for whatever reason. She kept checking out different strawberries, as if hoping that the promise of all that red wonderfulness would pan out to something bigger. She kept reacting to eating a bite with an expression I swear said, "Really? That's it?"
I've been getting only one egg a day. Comparing eggs, it looks like the biddies are alternating. They both seem healthy. I think it's the on-again, off-again weather. After a couple of days in the 70s and 80s, we're back to the 60s and rain.
My tomatoes were terribly disappointed. Their leaves looked very disapproving when I checked on them this morning. Maybe even judgmental, as if the rain were my fault. If they could have pointed at me, I'm sure they would have.
My tweets - - *Mon, 14:56*: an interesting take on the all-white-male photos = it's on purpose https://t.co/enHRH8UBuc - *Mon, 17:55*: Whaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?...
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