Oh people. I am such a kid inside. Today we woke up to snow, snow neither of us had read was on the way, and I greeted it by hooting and hollering around the house with nothing but a pair of skivvies on, pulling back curtains in each room to review the beauty. What is it about snow that can transform a sleepy kid (or an adult just acting like a kid) into a streaking flash of energy when just moments before she had been bemoaning how cold it was this morning and instead of obeying the alarm clock, burrowing into the warm covers and positively toasty crook of her husband’s neck?
Anyway. We had bowls of steaming oats for breakfast, and I went out to visit the chickens who seemed a bit surprised by it all but mostly just fine. A note to any would-be chicken parents out there: we do not keep our waterer in the coop, due to space limitations. If your setup will share that feature, and if it gets cold enough to freeze a bowl of water, just buy this waterer and be done with it, you can just unplug it during the warmer months. We have been doing quite an early morning dance to get water to our girls, and honestly we probably haven’t been out there early enough. So down to the farm store I went and now we have two big waterers when you really only need one.
Speaking of the girls, they have been laying like absolute champs. We do have a little light on them in the early morning to stretch the day a bit, but not by much. I continue to feel for our two Rhode Island Reds – they really do get pecked and chased by our two head honchos, the Silver Laced Wyandottes. There has actually been some subtle reorganization at the top, and as you might imagine, I am endlessly fascinated by the rules of the flock. I would want to be one of our middle birds...they don’t seem to attract the attention of the bossy girls, but don’t seem to have to pick on anyone to maintain their rank. Yes, I am Heather the amateur chicken sociologist.
Enjoy the weekends out there.