The sun is shining and life is good in the warmth from the sun and a crispy stack of hay in front of a walnut tree.
The duck and the old hen has newly got seeds and leftover goodies from the kitchen. The hen is hardly laying eggs anymore, but deserves to be retired. The duck came sailing one day and escaped the fois gras ending of her life, so she willingly pays back with eggs too. Sadly not so much greenary in the pen at winter time, but it'll come back.
On a farm nearby, there are a lot of free range chicken, ducks and geese.
As I heard on a farmers market in Australia. If these hens are more free range, they would be feral.
Sometimes the birds find their way out on the road and we watch closely when we're passing.
