Here it is September already! Almost overnight, we are feeling the gentle changes that will carry us into the autumn season. Much cooler evenings, the sun setting earlier and an abundance of pears, grapes and apples from my Mom’s garden.
The chickens are also discovering the joys of this late-summer season — a vast amount of fresh fruit ripe for the picking! These days, if we’re looking for our Rhode Island Reds, we know to head directly to the apple tree and vineyards. They will come out now and again as happy as can be, very full and content.
Although they are no longer babies, we still refer to our Plymouth Barred Rocks and Buff Orpingtons as “the baby chicks” — they are also free ranging now and, needless to say, loving the sweet fruit life!
Although we had some initial concerns of how the two groups would adapt to each other, I am delighted to report that they are doing quite well! Other than a couple of minor squabbles, they are getting used to being a family, and it is endearing to watch. It is also quite humorous — the two flocks will often start their day at a safe distance, but gradually begin to intermingle. Looking up to see a Rhode Island Red often startles the Plymouth Barred Rocks, thus they will begin running and weaving through the Rhode Islands as if they were little football players!
It’s a beautiful season, and all this fresh fruit has me dreaming of apple pie, peach cobblers and pear tarts in addition to cozy sweaters, hot apple cider and walking through softly-falling autumn leaves.
It’s a lovely melody — September’s Song.