Over the course of this year I have taken quite a few pictures of the cornfield.
I enjoy the corn, and so do the chickens. The first 4 or 5 rows would always be embarrassingly empty.
We would build memories with it all year long.
I remember the younger chickens getting lost for a couple hours, me crawling around the muddy field on my hands and knees trying to get them out with no luck. Then them coming out and laughing at me like "Haha I wasn't really lost" Meanies..
Oh, right, those were the fun times..
Here is a look at the corn over the year.
There is the new coming up corn.
The is the somewhere in the middle but actually closer to the end corn.
The ready to go corn.
Then no corn.
Then we have to wait till next year, so we can trample half the field running through it like mad people (okay we only do this every year or so..), picking a bunch for the chickens, ducks, goats, and even the weird cat.