My raised garden beds have become a favorite resting and shade spot for the hands, who consider the farm property their preserve. I wouldn’t be surprised to find them seated at the dining room table one day having dinner.
It’s a nice place to get out of the sun, stretch out, and do in between industrious patrols for ticks, worms, and other bugs. The white hens are a great gift to my picture-taking and enliven the atmosphere of the farm.
They see themselves as royalty; everything around them is theirs.
I’m pretty sure the hens would rather be seated *at* the dining room table for dinner than *on* the dining room table for dinner.
Looks like a good place to hide… especially from terriers with a taste for chicken butts. But I’ll bet Bud could squirm under there if he wanted to. ?