Moe the Salmon Faverolles saunters
through the tractor alley in the pole barn. I let the girls into this normally
chicken-free space occasionally in the winter to break the monotony. On warm
days I open the pop door to the chicken run whereupon all the hens rush to the
door, take one look out and exclaim, “What?? There’s still snow out there! Why would we go out there?”
