Another 30+ degree day, hopefully the first of many. I shooed the chickens out at 9:00.

When I got back from shopping around eleven, there arose a great cackling. I could only hear Helga the Rooster on the porch, but when I went outside I could hear the Plymouth rocks on the patio below, which had set Helga off. On of the big girls was perched on the chipper shredder casting all sorts of imprecations on the cat that was watching the show unfold through a sliding door.