There’ll probably still be some freezes, rain, and probably slush, but the trees, flowers, and birds have all decided it’s spring, and who am I to argue. It’s not a great sign for our climate, but it is pretty beautiful.
My silly little mama hens are also very certain that it’s time for chicks. To be fair, their instincts are generally not to be trusted. I’ve had some of my stubbornest girls go broody while it was actively snowing and the pond was frozen several inches deep, but I actually think they’re not entirely delusional this time. It’s probably also the last chance to get a clutch of chicks from Lapis, the matriarch of both my flocks, so I’m gonna see what they can do.
Lapis’s health is still good, but I’ve sent my roos and some of their ladies off to stay with a friend outside the city, and she’ll be staying with me for life. She can keep on raising babies when I bring home hatching eggs for her, so she’ll be quite happy, but she won’t have a boy around to fertilize hers for the foreseeable future.
The last year has been pretty much nothing but huge changes, and a lot of it has been incredibly hard, but I’m so grateful to be where I am right now.