Last Saturday was one of those perfect days. The weather was breezy and warm so we spent a lot of the day outside.
Jonathan was with us. He gathered eggs and then delivered the eggs to his great-grandparents. Scout went with him.
Later in the day I took a few pictures of Jonathan. Usually, I don't let the grass get this tall and crazy, but this year, I just don't seem to care as much. In past years, the tall grass has been like noise in my head. This year, though, I am enjoying the red and white flowers on the clover, and I like to see the new spring grass swaying in the breeze. Maybe I'm just lazy and don't want to spend hours on a lawnmower. Maybe I'm just loosening up. Either way, it made a good backdrop.
The chickens hadn't spent any time out of their pen, but Saturday just seemed like the right day for a taste of clover.
This is a Buff Orpington hen. She looks just like a chicken out of a children's story book. This breed is gentle, big, fluffy, and they lay lots of eggs.
This chicken is one of the Aracaunas. They all look a little different, but I don't think I have ever had one with such a funny beard. This bearded lady lays either a blue or a green egg.
This hen is another Aracauna. See how different her coloring is? And how small her brain must be to fit in her head?
This is Scout's I-don't-like-chickens face.
The icing on this cupcake of a day was that we put together an impromptu supper (mostly Sarah did), and all of the grandkids and their parents ate dinner here.
These are the good old days...