Where the deer and the buffalo roam

Oh, give me a home where the Buffalo roam

Where the Deer and the Antelope play;

Where never is heard a discouraging word,

And the sky is not clouded all day.

OFFICIAL SONG OF KANSAS
Original" text by Dr. Brewster Higley (1876)

Well, not really “the deer and the antelope…” but “the deer and the chickens will play.” The pictures were taken through the front storm door. I didn’t want to spook the two yearlings by opening the door. The pair looks kind of skinny and still has winter coats, but I’m sure they will soon fatten up. With the snow finally gone, they will find plenty of food, including anything I might have planted. Oops, better get thee to thy asparagus patch and see if any spears are peaking out of the ground already. Now to find someone who can build a fence around the patch because these two are not playing shy at all and before too long will find their way to the back of the house and my miserly garden patch which I have claimed inch by inch from the sand pit the previous owner created instead of leaving a small wetlands patch. (second photo from top)

This is a picture I took the other day. A nice Klatsch on a sunny afternoon between a Buff and an Astrolorp. (Third photo from top)

And here is what one of the fawns looked like late last Fall. (Bottom photo)

Who needs to travel to far places when all you have to do is look out your front door.

Next time, on knitting again. But it was nice to get away from "1440 stitches on the circ" for a moment.