this place belongs to a friend of lena corwin,
more info on her blog here.
lovely backyard space, no? lately i've been missing keeping chickens. i gave my last group to a friend when i moved in april. last night as i was trying to fall asleep i was thinking about them. it was a real cold night and i was wondering if they were ok. especially i was thinking about the hen i called B. she was the one born with the crooked beak, remember? it gave her this look of perpetual questioning, of "you said what??" and her little deformity endeared her to me and made me feel protective.
someday i bet i will have more layer hens but probably never another B.