Perfume for the Lay-tays

Lady Gaga, Mrs. Love-it, and Marcelle have lived with my for several months now and still have yet to lay a single egg among the three of them. They are old. And fat! Alas, I have no delicious egg-scramble, but they are well-loved regardless. Running is an awkward process, and their latest feat of cuteness is poking their heads into a flowering bush to get the aroma. In essence, putting perfume on.

I love the sweet and musty odor that farm animals carry, but right now my hens smell quite divine.

Meanwhile, the little chickies are learning how to give themselves a dirt bath.