The Umbrella

We have an old nearly discarded blue and white umbrella,
When the chickens first started going outside, we put this
umbrella over their enclosure.  They've  become accustomed
to it.  Now even though we have a tarp to shade them, they
run towards the umbrella.  It's funny and yet touching.  This
is something they've seen since they were days old that they
associate with safety. Who would think they hold any value
toward such a thing?  But they do.  It's a part of their childhood.
And though 7 weeks old now--they still remember the umbrella. 
I'm amazed and hooked on chicken raising.

Our plans were to get the coop started today--but the winds
were too heavy to do so.

And then the truck quit working.  My partner can fix anything,
but this is the second time this has happened.  I think it needs
diagnostics run on it. But he is stubborn (as much as I am)--
so that will never happen.

Only one hummer here now--a male ruby throat.  At least that
is one that is supposed to be here now!

All for tonight.

kate thorn