I've seen a lot of social media posts in the past couple of days saying that people's animals are confused because of us humans changing our clocks. The animals are not confused. They're just keeping on, using the sun to tell them when to wake up and when to go to sleep, unlike us poor humans. We're the confused ones. It's not like our animals have somewhere to be at a specific time. They're not watching the clock. They don't care that now MC is heading out to the bus stop in the dark again.
I remember my first beginning-of-daylight-savings-time as a mama. A couple days after we sprang forward, I was talking with a couple of other new mamas, and one of them asked me if the time change had messed AKD up. No, it hadn't. He was still waking up at the same time as always, only now we were calling it 5:30 a.m. instead of 6:30. It didn't mess him up, but it kinda messed me up.
Speaking of chickens, the Littles had a birthday! Or hatchday, I guess. Last week. Hazel, Indigo, and Koko, at a year old, are officially hens.
|Koko, enjoying some oatmeal cookies. |
I left out the bugs and eggshells, so these are actually yummy for humans, too.
|From top left: Rocky, Koko, Toasty, Indigo, Esther, Hazel|
Pretty, right? I'm thinking my pickled eggs will be in process sooner than I anticipated. Yay!