Easter hunt

I'm the official chicken tractor mover.  Every morning, I tug the tractors to a new patch of ground, often just a few feet over.  In the spring, though, I'm using the chickens to work up new ground, so sometimes I move a tractor all the way across the garden.  One day, I moved the Barred Rocks from the front garden down past the trailer and fruit trees, then over the hill at the end of the mule garden.

A few hours later, Mark came to me with a puzzled look on his face.  "Anna, where is the Barred Rock tractor?" he asked.

"Oh, I decided we should celebrate Easter a little differently this year," I replied.  "Rather than hiding eggs, I'm hiding chickens!"