Like me, our three hens have decided it is Spring. They’ve been holed up in the roost for nearly two months, and they have had enough. I’ve put away my winter coat, gloves and wool cap, I’ve just decided it is Spring, even though was zero when I got up this morning. People in town thought I was nuts, but I point out there is a mental element to all of this, I’ve just had it with winter, and appreciate the support from the hens.

I was thinking today that I don’t miss Strut the rooster. After he attacked Maria last year, I shot him and I know some people were upset by that, but he deserved it and I don’t think the hens miss him much either, he was always terrorizing them. There is already much too much testosterone in the world.