Funny thing is, I came home today to find my chickens playing in the rain.. for some reason I thought chickens don’t like water… obviously I was wrong..
The “boys” love the tree stumps.. climb over each other just so them can roost on it..
Here I have my “boys” showing off their feather after the rain..
Have a look at Coffee.. stretching his wing out for all to see.. He is the first chicken to get a name and the only one my children and my husband can tell apart..
Andrew (my 3 yrs old) would sometime run after Coffee and says:”Here chicken chicken.. have some coffee.” Crack me up all the time.
I truly hope Coffee turn up to be a pullet rather than a cockerel, as I really don’t want to get rid of “him” he is so beautiful…