That would be me. There is so much to do around my garden these days and wouldn't you know I'd get a whopper of a cold. Every time I go out to tend to the chickens, I look longingly at the stacks of cinder blocks waiting for me. Unfortunately, unless I want to end up in the ER with a severe asthma attack, I have to let them sit and taunt me.
In the meantime, I'm letting my girls prep the main garden for next year. They're having a blast eating the remains of the garden and scratching around fertilizing the beds for next year. I know I've said it before, but they really are neat to watch. I'm so enamored of my chickens. Its really kind of sad. When a neighbor had a guest ask me what possessed me to get chickens, I just stood there stunned. Why wouldn't anyone want chickens? They are the coolest pets ever! Another neighbor told her in a very sassy voice, that they were for eggs. I was just too stunned that anyone would question my weirdness.