Yesterday I stopped in to visit the girls, who are coming up on a year old. I hadn’t been by in a while and it was good to see that they’re thriving. They’ve reached full size, two golden Amerucanas and a spotted banty named Tallulah who knows she’s a looker. The hens are getting better about using their nesting boxes, thanks to a helpful dummy egg — not too long ago they were laying all over the yard. I brought them a box of tart, wormy apples from our tree and my friend tossed a couple into the coop. The girls scurried right up and soon Cotton, the leader, was hacking away at the fruit. I think they’ll enjoy the grubs in the “bad” apples, too.