chicken cheese balls

i'm looking out of the window and the chickens are all by the swingset.

kramer is laying in the grass and diaper butt is laying spread out next to her with her head on kramer like a pillow.

ten minutes before i looked out the window and kramer had jumped up on the tire swing, and was stuck there momentarily- trying to understand where she was exactly. swinging between certainty and adventure.

my favorite is when they chase the birds out of the yard, the sparrows and spring robins. they waddle-run, heads dodging, feathers flying- as fast as they can, their run screams "MY WORMS!"

brandon is next to me on the couch, his hands are orange from the cheeseballs. crusty fingers, delicious.

the container is more than half empty.

the wasps fly, uninterupted from wood to wood outside harvesting for their new nest, wherever that is...