The fog rolled in like a tsunami. Rising off the blanketing snow that still resides on the ground here in New England. I can’t see the road because of the misty white curtain. The woods too have been affected. I can see only so far into the trees before the mist gradually fades them out of my view. I smell the rain falling melting the sheet of snow. I actually love these mild New England days with the fog. There is something so special being here cut off from the surrounding world. Floating all alone in the whiteness completely invisible to those passing by. A little planet unto myself in a universe of white mist and white snow.
The last couple of days have been nothing like today. They have been bright, full of sun light and I could smell the mud and the forest trees. It was so nice, I let the chickens out. When things start to get too bad here from the snow they get cooped for a few months for their own safety. Winters in New England are harsh and cruel and small animals can run into all kinds of problems while trying to free range through seven feet of snow. But now that the snow is melting quickly though still plenty is left, there is also a little area that has lost it’s snow for the chickens to once again enjoy on the nicer days. And so, the last couple days I have been allowing them to go visiting their neighbors and dear friends, the goats.
Some nights I go out to close everyone in for the night and I find half of my chicken population bedded down with the goats! I am really not sure what that is all about….. But it boggles my mind most evenings that the chickens are out.
It looks rather angry doesn’t it? I am not sure I will ever be forgiven for shutting them off from their goat friends in the coop most of the winter. But it was what was best for them…. But look at all that chicken rage…… I would apologize, but I don’t think it would do much good.
I had a lovely time in the good weather taking pictures. I got a really good one too of little Starry the goat.
It’s interesting that the goats and chickens remember each other and seem quite happy to see each other again at the end of the long hard New England winter. Perhaps tomorrow will be another nice day so that they can play together again.