The Great Outdoors

A few years ago, D-man was driving down the highway and noticed a for sale sign on a little chunk of land. A few days later we were the proud owners of a wooded hillside. Long story short, we now live in the "little house in the big woods"!

Yesterday, with a forecast of clear, sunny and 60 degrees, we decided to venture out and be one with nature.

The ladies and the man were allowed their first "free range" of the season. I've been bad about letting them out during the winter.

Free range=chicken poop on my feet

Mmmm, there is something so inviting about all that dead growth...isn't there?
Come on spring!
I'll be happy when she has sprung!



Let me take a minute to discuss Brewster. First off, he was a surprise.
We ordered a pullet run.
However, Brewster is obviously not a pullet.
He is also a tad on the confused side.
He communicates regularly with us.
The thought of a rooster crowing at first light is romantic.
The actuality of a rooster crowing everytime he sees a human is a tad irritating.
Brewster hadn't reached puberty back in the fall when we were still spending most of our days outside.
One day in the dead of winter, he began to crow.
Initially, it was such a sad attempt.
He was a late riser and never crowed until about 9:00 am.
He quickly mastered his morning greeting...however, it turned into something more.
He's obviously not being "heard" in a henhouse with 5 hens.
Possibly the reason for the crazed look in this photo.


So he communicates with us.
Every.time.he.sees.us.



But these make it all worthwhile.


However, I'm pretty sure you don't need one of these...


To get these...


Brewster was not impressed with that last bit of information..


Bolt takes a catnap.
All that "chicken stalking" is hard work.


Living on a property overgrown with pine trees has its benefits.

When a little boy gets the itch...


To cut down a tree...


He can!



But the most pleasing part about living "in the woods"..

Is the glamour.
Eye candy, I'm tellin' ya.
Eye Candy.