After a rainstorm a few days ago, I saw this one chicken sitting on the pallet fence, preening her feathers.
She’s one of the younger hens, hatched just this year.
While she’s preening, I’m busy screaming. Okay, not literally. But I’m still dealing with the fallout from someone stealing my credit card info, and dealing with someone hacking into my websites.
This is not my week. Is the calendar wrong and this is Friday the 13th or something?