Some (not so) Little Birds Told Me

that it is time to  start the gardens.  

The chickens were all up in the compost near the veggie garden, today, cleaning up and getting the compost piles ready to add to the garden.  They did such a wonderful job and I didn't even have to ask. They just knew it was time to fill the beds and plant.

 Then Brown started clucking and kept it up until we all went to investigate.  This opossum was lurking on the fringes.  No one seemed to mind too much, Brown just wanted all of us to be aware.

Then it was time to get back to processing.

I guess the chickens know that we are likely to get 8 to 10 inches of snow on Wednesday and they want me to fill the beds by the steps and plant some peas and lettuce before the snow.  With compost like this, how can I resist?