It's been a while since I've posted anything about my ridiculous backyard. It's too much yard for one person, one person who is completely averse to gardening of any sort - mowing of lawns, whacking of weeds, planting of flowers. My backyard is good for one thing and one thing only: parties.
Since I haven't used my backyard since fall, other beings have decided to inhabit it. Chickens. At least two. Maybe more, I haven't checked. Maybe they see it as a party backyard too. If any other barnyard animals show up, I'll be sure to let you know.
