I finished expanding the chicken yard and the girls really seemed to appreciate it. As soon as I took the old fence down, they ran into the new space and began gobbling up the bird seed under the feeder. It was always so tantalizingly near, yet unreachable, just on the other side of the fence. Now the feeder is inside the pen, creating, I thought, a rather symbiotic relationship between songbird and foul. I tried to get a more spontaneous picture of them, but they were too interested in having their picture taken. They clustered in front of me, curious, and wouldn't go back to their own business.