|Young Mother Hen has this garden for her canopy.|
The Hollyhock leaves act as her roof keeping her dry from all the Spring rains.
The teenage Mum clucked, and next the chicks had disappeared. I was frantic with worry wondering how they could find their way through the forest of garden plants again, back to their mother's side. But amazingly, they did.
|Four of our six baby chickens, all purebreds, different breeds|
And they arrived safe and well.