Tuesday, September 15, 2015
It was rather quiet outside. I knew he was around somewhere, but didn't quite know where. I walked the property and found him, tucked in a little cove of the woods that surrounds our home. He had gathered a few apples from the crab apple tree, and using the stand we use to cook soup over our fire pit, was cutting the center out of the apples. He topped each piece with a flower, and fed them to the chickens.
He called them "chicken cakes". After I snapped a few pictures, he happily made a dozen or so more for his little feathered friends.