The other day, Judah had the rain barrel on, and then wandered somewhere in the yard. By the time I looked up, Ruby was in the puddle, jeans sopping wet and having the time of her life.
Edna and Hazel have grown out of their awkward stage and are looking more and more like full grown hens. They are still hilarious to watch. They wander around together like one another’s shadow. We usually try to let them wander the yard at some point in the day and at night they flap up to their coop to rest.
The past few days have been sunny and beautiful, and it almost feels like a sin to come inside.
Outside in the sun is where we all want to be. Judah running and digging holes in our yard. Ruby trying to eat dirt, grass, and sticks (oh the mouthy phase of babyhood). Jason working around the backyard, cleaning the garage. Me barefoot with iced tea, feeling the dirt and grass beneath my feet. Penny lying in the sun. The chickens pecking and scratching for bugs and weeds.
We have started out in the morning. Heading to the park. To the backyard. A quick break for naps indoors before we head out again. Meals are outside. Even play dough time was outdoors yesterday. I guess that is the what happens after almost 7 months of winter.