Shotsnaps

Never name your chickens. We broke that cardinal rule last summer, when six pullets for six people made names inevitable. John's hen, Ca...

I happen upon Millie reading in unusual places sometimes. Reading in the tree? Understandable. Reading in the bathroom? Sure. Reading w...

As soon as spring arrives and until winter comes, we hang laundry.

In an effort to increase our gaggle, we bought 20 chicks (straight run, though, so we don't yet know how many roosters are in the bunch)...

I worked in the garden on one side of the sumac mound while the girls picnicked on the other side. Even Luci.

As long as I'm ruining reality by trapping poor representations of it, here again are snapshots of the girls at play, again without the ...

You may not have her.

Who else could uncover the secret treasure trove of our hens?

She reads in a cloud of dust motes. She... has a bellyache?!

A golden evening, laundry to hang, and a paper airplane show to watch. (Thanks for the manual, Uncle Luke.) Millie flies. Piper is grounded...

Normally, the four big girls cram into the tub together for a bath, but one day, Piper flew solo.