I love the way Bebe's feathers cascade.Yesterday was the last good weather day for the rest of the week, where "good" means 40F/4C, no sun, but no wind or snow either. I made extra time to sit with the birds in the evening. Good time for tax photos.
Just as my legs were starting to feel like ice sticks, warm blanket Bebe jumped up to nap on my lap. She stayed 30 minutes, with a short break to fly off and see what the other hens were scratching up. She's a big, tall muppet of a Langshan. I love her dearly.
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Younger hens (like Miss Nugs, in the background) orbited to see when they might have a turn on Beakwipe's Footwarming Service. Lil Nugs has been extra cuddly since I started warming her feet with my hands on frigid days this winter.
We were eventually joined by Bebe's peers, Stilton and The Unquestioned and Most Esteemed Highest Head Hen Brahma Donna. It got a little crowded, but nice and warm.
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Lastly, in solidarity with Fret: the Easter Eggers are all about hiding their heads in each other's fluff. It's a bed-time thing, though. They don't do this out in the open like Fret.
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And that third photo should be a POW!