Minnie grew up with chickens, and I sometimes think she is one.

She and Flo had their morning feed this morning (we stop feeding them in the summer when they prefer mice and moles) and when they went to sleep together in their wooden box, the chickens came up on the porch to try to steal their food.

Minnie popped her head up, nothing to see there, and went to sleep. Animals can be awfully cruel, but usually for survival. They have an astonishing ability to get along with one another, people haven’t learned to do that.