The Weekly Bleat
This is what I love about Green Hill Farm: It’s 5:30–late afternoon; the sun is streaming across the field, all of the sheep are grazing in the paddock on the hill, and the chickens are venturing out of the aviary to free range. The chickens like this time of day, too. The sun is starting to lay lower in the sky, and the temperature is dropping slightly.
I have a Buff Orpington hen; she’s a golden color, and a little on the small side—maybe a bantam. Anyway, she’s the cutest, little thing. And, I also have a curious sheep, Violet, who loves watching the chickens. Whenever Violet is grazing at the fence, my sweet, Buff Orpington hen runs over and starts scratching near her for bugs. Sometimes, I’ll see Violet just lying in the grass, watching the little Buff scratching away, right in front of her. The chickens are so fun to watch. They really crack me up with all of their chasing bugs and scratching furiously at the dirt. Apparently, the sheep agree! 🙂
Categories: Reflections on Farm Life