Here’s a sure-fire sign of spring—the chickens are back in the field. Steve is relieved, having towed the coops down the muddy back road and come fairly close to sliding into a ditch. Judy is anxious, given that a late-winter snowfall could still throw a big wrench into chicken chores. The chickens, as best I can tell, are unimpressed. They went from pecking bare dirt up at the Tin House to pecking bare dirt out in the fields. Truth be told, we could have given them better fo