It was a pretty dreary day yesterday. Overcast and a bit of drizzle. Kind'a depressing.
Then Rhiannon hopped up on the chair next to the front window and started bouncing up & down.
There were chickens in the front yard:
It's not like it's that rare of an occurance. I actually usually end up running outside screaming my head off at them if they get too close to the raised beds in the front yard. But since the garden is done for the year, there was no need to scatter chickens.
And Rhiannon reminded me that even though it looked dreary outside, we didn't have to feel dreary inside.