Spring progresses, but it's a messy process. The surface melts first here, including all the accumulated snow. It takes a bit longer for the subsurface ice to thaw, trapping all the melt water on the surface. We've now reached the stage where you will be wading through ankle deep mud and puddles and will break through the rotten ice underneath, plunging almost to you knee into the muck. I hate the mess, the goats hate the mess, the dog won't even come out of her pen! On the other hand, the chickens seem unaffected by the mess. They are taking their free-range status way too seriously. Yesterday, only one red hen greeted me when I came home. The other four were MIA. So, I start listening and watching. These gals talk constantly so I can usually locate them by listening for their chatter. Silence. I start tracking them through the mud and finally locate them a couple hundred yards up the road, in the woods. Herding chickens is somewhat like herding cats. Damned things go ever which way, just not the direction you want them to go. I finally got them safely home and settled into their usual place. I'm thinking free-range might incorporate a large, fenced area.
Wishing all a grand, good morning. This one's going to be sunny and (relatively) warm. Hope the ice goes out soon.