We had plans today. But the weather decided in its own way. In the morning there is a cold, nasty rain - not a downpour, but the one that does not end and makes everything around gray and wet.
The stork Dziobello showed character in the morning. I went out, looked at it all and... decided not to. Turned around and went back. To be honest, I understand him. In this weather, I don't even want to open the door once again. But then I changed my mind. I walked around a little, inspected the territory, as if I checked if everything was in place. He looked like a man who was dragged out into the street without his consent.
Chickens, by the way, have no complaints at all. The rain doesn't bother them. They walk, pluck, live their lives. They have their own logic. However, I couldn't find one. Redhead. I've already started to think that I've gone somewhere or hidden so that I can't get there. I looked everywhere several times - no and that's it.
In the end, I found it.
In the doghouse.
Of course, the dogs don't live there - they're all at home, on the sofas. But Ginger seems to have decided that this is a great place for serious decisions. She sits there as if she already has everything planned. There is a suspicion that she is going to incubate the chickens. And urgently and exactly where I definitely did not expect.
That's how our Sunday goes. Plans are postponed, instead of them - monitoring of all this. Everyone has their own weather, their own solutions and their own ideas. And tomorrow I have to go back to work...
To be honest, I really want a normal spring. Without this cold and endless rain.
