Yesterday I was sitting out on the patio reading and enjoying the glorious weather. I was also feeling bad for the hens, stuck in their run. I have been imagining lately that they're not so happy all cooped up as they always are (pun intended). So I decided to give them their first taste of freedom. It was like watching your toddler walk for the first time. I sat back, gave them some room, and in no time out they came. They didn't get much further than the compost pile, right outside their coop, and every time I came near they ran back inside. But hey, for an hour or two they got to stretch their legs and eat some bugs! As a side note, I have been reading "The Martha Years" books, a fictional series about Laura Ingalls Wilder's great-grandmother Martha, daughter of a Laird in Scotland. They are written by Melissa Wiley and are a delight to read. More to feed my "Little House" obsession! Also, in tracing my family tree on Ancestry.com I am related to ...