The chickens have decided that the free-range life is the life for them. They've taken over my raised garden beds, the deck, the mulch path to the coop, and everything in between.
It's been beautiful wether lately. At least by my definition, which means cool, gray, damp, and mild. My favorite time of year is the fall, and I've been trying to enjoy every minute of it. These little chickies also seem to be making the best of the green grass and unfrozen dust baths while they last. I've let most of the lawn get long and go to seed because the chickens really like pecking the seed heads. And because I just can't stand the thought of breaking into the quiet peaceful post-rain days with the lawn mower.