You know the saying...the worst day in the woods is better than the best day at work...cold or not I had to roll my ass out of bed and go.

Smaller acreage with not feeling comfortable running and gunning across fences...and that is where Mr. Vocal was again this morning - about 200-300 yards West. Had three hens in the wheelhouse throughout the morning so it was worth getting out of bed for.

Tomorrow morning might be a different story...he seems to roam around from pasture to pasture on a rotation...maybe he comes to see some new hens in the morning.

Kewl dealio with the 83 y/o Uncle....we should blame Mother Karma