Happy Week-aversary, Pip! You are now three!!!
Pip celebrated the morning of his third week anniversary doing pretty much nothing.
You see, it snowed last night, and when Abby saw the strange white stuff in the ground, she high tailed back into the coop, declaring it ‘too much’ for her baby.
When I last saw them, all of the chickens were in the coop, clucking and buck-bucking because of the snow.
Some Winter hardy birds they turned out to be.
I left the door open for them, just in case, but rumor has it we’re getting 1-3 inches of that evil white stuff today.
My poor silly chickens.
