It's Blowing Now Baby & Chicken Romp

                          

I'm listening to the wind howling right now, and can hear the storm blowing in. This is a repeat of Tuesday, when it was really warm, 54, then blew in a cold front with rain. Three days coming of snow/rain/wind. Nothing like the strong wind to put things into perspective- nothing you can do but wait it out. I always loved John Denver's song:

Windsong

The wind is the whisper of our mother the earth
The wind is the hand of our father the sky
The wind watches over our struggles and pleasures
The wind is the goddess who first learned to fly

The wind is the bearer of bad and good tidings
The weaver of darkness, the bringer of dawn
The wind gives the rain, then builds us a rainbow
The wind is the singer who sang the first song

The wind is a twister of anger and warning
The wind brings the fragrance of freshly mown hay
The wind is a racer, a wild stallion running
The sweet taste of love on a slow summer's day

The wind knows the songs of the cities and canyons
The thunder of mountains, the roar of the sea
The wind is the taker and giver of mornings
The wind is the symbol of all that is free

So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers
Follow her summons when she calls again
In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you
Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind

I knew today would be sunny and mild, the calm before the storm, so I decided to let the girls, Rosie and Ellie, out of the coop and into the backyard! What excitement! They got some big worms, ate the grass which is greening up. Got to flap/fly across the yard. Oh boy! We filled up the feeder, and cleaned and filled the waterer before dark. All set for the storms. Didn't have time for photos, but here's last year's summer romp-
                        

My first three, when they were little puffballs, so cute! I'll probably get 2 new babies this spring since I lost one, and only Ellie is laying now. I've never heard of a healthy hen who quit laying when she was 2, last fall, but Rosie stopped laying. After 2 years of regular laying, even thru the winter. She's a sweet little thing, the only survivor of my first original flock, so no stew pot for her! When you only have a tiny flock, you just can't do it...