The chicken farm was today’s outing.

Rhubarb, getting started. The first real vegetable of the year, and full of vitamin C.

Beautiful, rundown farm south-west of town with views across rolling pastures and fields, down to the wetlands where cranes were making their presence known. The chickens there are very free range, but according to Margie, they all come back to the barn at night. We picked up one frozen bird and 36 pullet eggs. Interestingly, just one of these substantial birds provides us with four two-person dinners and two lunches, with plenty available for Pax, too.