Here we look out from the Feed Shed. The colour is bleeding out of the landscape as it begins to get colder. And the mist is hanging around.
Quacker does often seek me out for a treat. But she is so loud that the chickens hear her and rush over too. Poor Quacker.
Quacker does often seek me out for a treat. But she is so loud that the chickens hear her and rush over too. Poor Quacker.