Their mother is extremely protective, which I can appreciate. When Kiki got to close to the chicken wire fencing she hissed and flapped her wings menacingly. Her last nest of eggs were stolen by wild animals, so it's understandable that she is very cautious with her little ones.
You know fall is nearing when the first apples lay strewn in the clover. These are crunchy and sour, perfect for sauce and pies.
The wooden barn out back; isn't it charming in the sunshine? It looks beautiful in winter, too, like a stoic landmark.
It was a nice midday visit with my friend, sitting outside at a wobbly table, drinking water with elderberry syrup and ice cubes, watching Kiki gnaw on sticks and her husband prune bushes. I love their piece of land, although I am reminded every time I visit how much work it is. I keep begging her to get some chickens so I can buy fresh eggs from her. I think I'm slowly wearing her down!