It was a day for birds. Breezy and cool, my chickens felt obliged to viciously scratch through the fallen leaves, while blackbirds screamed at us from high branches. Dolly and the grey horse from New York are getting to know each other, for as long as the grey stays with us. Dolly, liking her food all to herself, prefers the solitary life, and watches to be sure the grey doesn't take her fair share. When he does, she screams at him like the blackbirds in the trees, until he moves away again.