In the last few weeks, I’ve been cursing our urban chickens a little more than I’ve been appreciating them. I had no idea how smart chickens are. Those girls are so persistent in their efforts to escape captivity. I also had no idea how great their eyesight is. They find the tiniest of bugs and the smallest of holes to squeeze through. And when they get out of the coop, they start with my rhubarb and then move over to my peonies and my lupine. My garden is an exercise in perseverance!
But every morning, four eggs that just seem a tiny bit miraculous. They’re always so perfectly formed and the loveliest shades of brown. So while they try my patience (and the state of my rhubarb), I’m really grateful that they’re out there pecking away.