At last, there is enough greenery to let the hens out. Apparently, they feel at home on the range. That's good, because that frees me from picking clover and other greens for them. The apple tree's fallen blossoms get their attention but must not be very filling.
They have wandered through the barbed wire fence into the unoccupied cow pasture. I draw the line at letting them into the garden.
I mulched the entire daylily bed and put up the little fences that I hope will keep the hens from scratching all the mulch away.
Having had my last three remaining hens mysteriously vanish one day while I was away, I only let them out in the late afternoon while I can keep an eye on them. They love their greens but will follow me anywhere for a slice of white bread.
The girls sometimes keep me company while I am kneeling to weed the flower borders. The weather forecast was for rain today, so I was in a weeding frenzy for several days. Even though I can barely straighten up, I consider it a worthwhile energy investment.
