A year ago today, we said goodbye to Jack-the-wonder-dog...
(I still miss him every day. I hope there are lots of rabbits and squirrels to chase out there in doggy heaven, big guy...)
They've been loudly expressing their disapproval of me working outside while they remain locked in their chicken run. (No WAY I'm letting them free range - until mid-summer at the earliest! I have way too many plant starts that they would joyfully scratch up in their ecstasy at being able to roam free). A chicken friend of mine lent me this 'chicken playpen' - collapsible, bottomless and mobile. This way I can put them in various places in the yard to graze and scratch, while in very close quarters, to their hearts content.
They were initially freaked out a little, but quickly got into the spirit of it all. Jack was very excited to see them out as well. He spent much of the afternoon in close proximity, keeping them company and keeping an eye on them. (I think he was actually a sheepdog in his former life. Loves the herding!)