Our baby chickens – I call them the chicklets – are out in the world now, parading around the yard, they have just discovered that Maria is a never-ending source of noodles, old granola, left-over potstickers and other goodies. They are not in the roost yet, they still go back into their crate at night and we lock them up there but in the next few days we will wait until they are asleep and them put them in the roost, when they wake up they will not remember their crate.

They like to hang around Red and he pays them no mind. We now have four chickens, a good number, at the moment nobody is laying any eggs that we can find. The farm is an eternal source of life, of rebirth and renewal.