In which we plant things that won't grow, and things that weren't planted are growing
The Peeps are turning into little hens at last.
They spent several hours this afternoon in the Peep Tractor, which will soon be entirely too small for them, but it gives them a chance to scratch around for bugs and catch up on their dirt baths.
(It's not really as crowded as this picture makes it seem...they are all fascinated by the camera lens, and gather around it as soon as I bring it anywhere near them. )
Our Peeps aren't nearly as ugly as they were last week, either. Most of them have tails AND wings AND they're even starting to develop a comb.
Barred rock hens are very pretty...ours haven't quite got to the "pretty" stage yet. But, closer now.
He is in charge of transporting the posts to whichever corner of the farm we're working. He also sets the posts in the proper position for me to pound (he's much more careful about straight lines than I am.)
Meanwhile, up at the house, Jim has a new project going. Hmmmm.
It smells sort of like caramel, and sort of like bread.
Anybody wanna guess?