The Return ofChicken Happy Hour

Old Man Winter has finally been clubbed into submission and warm temps have arrived.  The chickens can finally leave the run and get at the grass that's been buried under a few feet of snow since December and they're getting a little rowdy.

Over the winter, love bloomed between Fuzzy and one of our hens, so he didn't take it well when Cheeto decided to engage in what we call Chicken Porn.  Hen's squawking, Cheeto is trying to do his thing and Fuzzy is pecking him on the head.  Cheeto gave up and Fuzzy moved in to finish the job.  Cheeto is a handsome boy but he's not too smart.  I think Fuzz will end up opening up the whumpass again.  Cheeto really needs a helmet.

Our neighbor got a kayak over the winter and he finally got a chance to take it out.  I wish my phone could zoom enough to get pictures of his dogs as they watched him paddle away from the dock the first time.  Imagine two Marmaduke sized dogs, watching a kayak paddle away with a look on their faces that you just know means, "DAD!!  DON'T LEAVE US!"  I'll give 'em credit, they didn't howl.  Dad got love when he got back though.

Cheeto tried it again with Fuzzy's girl.  I told you he wasn't smart.