When we went out to move the hens yesterday, they had dug wallows in the chicken run. What, you may be asking, do hens do with a wallow once dug? I'm so glad you asked: they wallow in it! Wallow is one of those words that works equally well as a verb or a noun. Don't get too close, though, or Charlene the rooster will mess you up. Charlene is not a hen, but lives with the hens, sort of an accident of history.
Once we started looking around it was evident that the chickens weren't the only ones who had discovered the soil could be worked. Not far from where the mobile chicken run was stationed, the foxes had been hard at work digging for voles. This is a chore that wouldn't have been possible a week ago, due to frozen ground, but we appreciate they're getting right to it.
The spring thaw means it's time to start thinking about planting!
The sweet pea seedlings that have been growing under lights are now making short visits to the back porch for hardening off. Bareroot roses we ordered almost a year ago should be arriving by the weekend, and they'll go into the ground starting this weekend.
Buds are swelling on all the perennials, which means over the next couple weeks, spring pruning should be largely complete, which is going to take some doing!