It was over 50 degrees F here yesterday, with grey rain…not very Christmassy at all. We had a cold snap overnight, and I believe winter has begun in earnest. It’s not the first cold weather the girls have had to deal with, but, then, I don’t think they know what they’re in for. I do. I spent January and February of 2011 in Virginia, blissfully escaping the worst of a Northeast winter, but I’m bracing myself for the real thing this time…
My hens are adapting quite well, if complaining about the cold. (Then again, they’re always complaining about something…) In addition to hanging out by the furnace, they’ve also discovered that wood is much warmer on the feet than concrete, metal or the ground, and have established a new chicken clubhouse for the cold weather…the large wooden box on the back of the tractor. When the tractor is in the showroom of the barn, this make for perfect winter roosting…and conversation.
Again, my girls have shown me how clever they are when it comes to their own self-preservation. They’re protected from the elements, from the view of predators, and they’re in a safe group. They’re close to their coop, their nesting boxes, and their food and water supply.
Every day when I lock them in their coop at around 3pm, and I count all ten, I think to myself…not-so-silly chickens.
Merry Christmas Eve, all; God bless us, every one.