The 7 broilers (and three layers) are just loving their free-ranging pasture pen. They spend most of the day over on the overgrown part of it, munching clover and hiding in the waist-high grasses.

The during the afternoon they seem to hang out over here in the swampy area.

Perhaps because the mud is cool?

Whenever I come out, they run up to the fence to peer at me and cluck; though they run away squawking if I try to tempt them with a sprig of alfalfa.

Silly chickens.

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