We haven't spent much time in the Urban Meadow this summer, between last year's bee sting (Rosemary, in a great field of clover) and this year's free-range chickens meeting up with our free-range twins. The chickens are fun, and the babies love to check them out from the playground, which is right next door. But they (Sylvia in particular) don't have the sense yet to give animals their space, and even when the chickens are in their pen (which is most of the time, in reality), the girls would definitely be poking their little finger in there. The chickens, by the way, were located from someone's backyard in Red Hook after Sandy. It seems wrong after writing so much about them not to have a picture - alas, we photographed only girls.
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