It was foggy this morning when I got up:
No, seriously. I'm not kidding:
It was really, really foggy:
Can you see Kai and the donkeys?:
How about now?:
There, that's better:
I almost couldn't see the barn at the top of the hill:
From the deck, all looked good down at the chicken coop...er..wait:
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8 and Dottie standing in the door to the run makes 9... I can only see my nine chickens... and not the three new girls:
Down I run, as fast as I can, to see what evil things my girls may have done to the timid trio:
Just as I am about to open the coop door, Skippy comes flying out the small pop-hole door from the coop, tearing through the run like her tiny pants were on fire:
She flew immediately up to her safety spot, the roost at the end of the run:
Ok, now I've accounted for ten chickens...two to go.
Ah, *there* you two are...hiding under the nest box. Well, at least you're on the ground today. Carry on, girls:
I walked down the hill to say hi to the donkey/llama group and arrived just in time to see Chester and Kai having angry words (See the looks they're giving each other? Reminds me of Mrs. Potato Head with her "angry eyes"):
The moment passed quickly, but you can see that Chester tends to be a bit of a grudge holder:
As I walked up to the barn, I called out my greetings to Reggie. Sound carries differently in the fog and he seemed so far away:
Personally, I'm not a huge fan of fog. I don't really like not being able to see what lies ahead, literally and figuratively.
The animals, though? As long as breakfast is on time, they don't seem to care much either way.