Sunday Evening

It was a lazy afternoon at Red Door Coop.  The weather was drowsy, we were drowsy, and the birds bathed in the dirt. Then they pecked around the coop before chicken bedtime.

Bill munched on some oyster shells.  BB posed stoically while pecking at my pink toenails between shots.  Fitz supervised.

 Bill sang.  Weezy stuttered her way around, a bit nervous as always.  BB posed some more.

Lou was having a little alone time on the other side of the coop/