Cliche as it is, I present you with the Circle of Life (can you hear Sir Elton John?)After 21 days of diligent brooding, Little Sister hatched three chicks on May 25. Three wee damp fuzzballs so small they sit within the palm of my hand. One lavender orpington, one blue orpington, and one salmon faverolle. I had to help the blue hatch, but we appear to have three healthy chicks snuggled under momma’s downy feathers against this cool, rainy spring weather.
PS. Can anyone name the poem that the title comes from?
Fern Hill, by Dylan Thomas?
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb…
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
Yes. LOVE that poem!
I was tring to think of a poem that had lavender, blue and salmon…