The survivors of that dark night or PRTD (Post Raccoon Trauma Disorder)

We are settling back into springtime routine. Cleo is not laying eggs yet after the trauma of last week, but she seems to have survived otherwise. Yes, I believe she is suffering from PRTD. She is not so sure of herself when the shadows of evening fall. She is quieter, seeking more inner space, skittish of strange sounds, and not eating as well as she did. She doesn't fight over the best foods, letting Bel get most of the barley and rye (by-products of beer brewing). She did fight over an apple core though so there is hope. She has laid only one egg in the last week where Bel has kept up with the one egg a day routine. But she is healing.

Today, the sun is shining and it's warm and dry outside so the girls have been playing in the dirt, preening themselves, and picking at some sprouting greens. So It is photo time!

  

                                     

                                       Cleo strutting in the sun

          


  Bel  kicking up some garden mulch.                                                                   

                And our heroine, Beyonce, the true chicken guardian catching some rays to keep up her tan.