smart chickies

The new tenants stopped by yesterday, and we had the pleasure of sharing blackberries from the bush. I swear they ripened between morning and mid-afternoon. While we were chatting and snacking around the bush, Blackie came to investigate. She figured out that we were eating and worked on getting to the ripe berries. No wonder they were all there, ripening! The chickens had not caught on. Later I saw Blackie and the other chickens working on the berries. So far they have not jumped up to the top. They eat the unripe ones low down.

Paul picked up Mona yesterday afternoon. He left rather suddenly and I already miss Mona. It's funny how conditioned it is: I tickle Kayleigh and expect to be jumped on and licked. Nope, nothing. No dog. We fly out on the red eye tonight.