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| Our large but still friendly rooster, Brewster. His spurs are 3 inches long so you don't turn your back on this fellow. He can ruin a good pair of jeans... as well as a calf muscle. |
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| We are down to ten hens now. The middle hen lays green-shelled eggs. It was her "sister" that the fox got last week. At least Blondie fed the three fox kits. |
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| The first blades of spring grass... |
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| ...are eagerly awaited by Rosie. She's not overly friendly but she comes running when she sees me, hoping for some fresh green. |
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| Mama Squirrel in the garden shed. Dad takes off but she stays inside when I'm there so there must be babies in the nest. |
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| The nest in the corner of the shed. Even a rag was dragged up there. Curtains? How am I supposed to edge my gardens now? |
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