I recently went to one of my favorite writing spots in the area: Karoo Cafe. Instead of my usual morning routine, I went late afternoon and stayed until Kurt was heading home, almost dusk.
The cafe is located on a complex called Karoo Square. There are artist studios in use and for let, a furniture maker, gift shop, nursery and more. Free range chickens roam throughout.
I just assumed the complex had a coop until I saw them tucking themselves in that day.
There they went, one-by-one, hopping up the sloping trunk, settling into the branches of a tree. I looked around and saw the same parade on two other sloped-trunk trees nearby. (I’m pretty sure these are Acacia trees, btw.)
I knew turkey roosted in trees, because they do so in the woods behind our house back in Pennsylvania. In fact, one of my favorite times at home is when a big summer storm arrives, and the roosting turkeys cackle in unison after each giant clap of thunder.
Thought you would enjoy these treed chickens with me.
Have a beautiful weekend, friends.
Love, Marla
