Ruby Morning

Ruby Morning boasts the change of the season just as I expected and depended upon. Sadly, there was only one little boy there with me yesterday to enjoy it. Satch and I went to do a little watering and let the chickens out for a roam. Satchel was, of course, soaking wet and naked before I set my things down in the office. But the day was a balmy, warm autumn day and allowed for it. We found four eggs in the hen house (two that made it out) and Satchel's lost lizard in the sandbox.

Below is a photo of Frona and Pat (aka: Thelma). Why did we change her name from Thelma to Pat? Well, take note of the hen on the right, and compare her to the hen on the left. She has full on comb and wattle, looks very different than the other hen, but has yet to even squeak out one little cock-a-doodle-doo and is never sitting in the nesting box. So, remember Pat, from Saturday Night Live? 'Nuff said.