This sweet little sunflower is growing under the bird feeder.
Likely a seed dropped by the birds and missed by the chickens.
A miracle.
Life in another small town like all small towns...really
Here we are, lucky enough to be very, VERY, free range hens, able to pick through the garden, lawn, barn, and compost pile, for whatever our little hearts and tummies desire.
Well, we broke the rules.
Ahh! That nice afternoon sun, and those warm bricks to nap by.
Well, just look at the mess!
Its an embarrassment. 
The boss was really, really proud of this big ole' sunflower, so she made it into a Fall decoration. Well, now its gone because we made a mess, and she stopped filling the water dish too.
The only thing that kept us from being soup is this nice person Roxie, who gave our blog a nice award. We got to live to tell the tale and apologize.
I got behind on my posts, so I want to catch up on Fall news before the snow flies.
Mowing is underway, and the place is getting ready for winter.
Some of the grasses will remain standing for winter browsing.
Jake finally found a new home, and we are all so glad its with Sam and his family.
We managed to get to the Forbes State Forest and take a hike in the Laurel Mountains before all the leaves were down. Beam Rocks Trail is about as flat a trail as you can find, and my knee had no complaints about the brisk walk.
The weather turned from shorts and tank tops, to long pants and long sleeves, it seemed, overnight.