The birds always get giddy when let into the full greenery of the fall garden. They immediately go for the mulch only to be distracted by the marigolds or the immature tomatillos. The rooster is convinced we have set him to guard the world as he hustles the girls where he wants them to go and crows at every thing that looks odd – say bumble bees.
The new hens have not begun to lay yet but the 5 old ladies still do duty every other day or so. And there are still those 20 roosters fattening up for the freezer. That will be next week.