They love to roost on everything and anything.
One by one they slowly left. I hate to chase them away cause I think they are so cute. I think if I lived in the olden days my animals would live in the house with me. Or maybe I would have lived in the barn. If only they knew enough to not leave messes on the table and deck.
It looks like a statue or a table decoration. I hope my sisters husband doesn't see these pictures. He will never eat at this table again. I am slowly turning him into a country boy. He was raised deep in the city, no chickens, barns (except the kind you put your lawn mower into), or any signs of country life. Except maybe a crazy lost deer jumping through your back yard once in a while. He WILL be helping next time we butcher chickens summer.
Anyway, his yard is so perfect that I don't think he could believe that we let a few chickens run around near the house and not clean up after them. Actually, it bothers Kevin too. I just know enough to not go outside barefoot, ever. Flip flops can even be dangerous if you go into the chicken yard. Turkeys messes are really big. Just wait til we get cattle and a couple hogs. Boots, definitely!
Til next time,