Our baby girl loves it outside.
No matter the mercury reading, she hasn’t learned to complain about the heat yet.
The chickens are as curious about her as she is of them. But everyone’s on their best behavior so far. No pecking or feather pulling have occurred.
I just love everything about her. The birth mark on her forehead that reminds me of Australia, those lovely long eyelashes framing her deep brown eyes, the way she smells like “outside” after only a few minutes. But heck, so do I. Even the little skinned place beside her nose where her fingernails got her.
Oh, and I mustn’t forget her two brand spanking new pearly whites.