I took this photo on the way to the gate this morning. I love these foggy rainy mornings. The woods are so silent and there is something ethereal about them. It's as if I could expect to see a band of elves moving among the misty trees. After Kristine drove out, I locked the gate, and walked back to the house. Time for breakfast! Two eggs, cooked in my little iron skillet with olive oil. Toast. Decafe. OJ.
We feed organic feed pellets now.
Chickens were locked up all day.