This evening Sydney took a look at the dinner I’d made and said “Outside.” He strung up the hammock while I finished up the salads and carried the plates outside. I set the plates down on a bench and immediately had four very interested chickens closing in. Oops.
After rescuing dinner, Sydney and I enjoyed our meal in the hammock, although I can’t say it was all peace and harmony. Branches dropped into the salads and chickens clucked around underneath us. Oh yes, and when Sydney noticed the birds above were sending out alarm calls, I saw that our cat had taken advantage of an apparently unlatched door and had begun stripping the rose bush of its leaves while one of the senior chickens glowered at her.