Woke up this morning to the one things I wasn’t quite ready for… snow on the hood of my car, and on the grass, and on the roof of the house. Just a a light dusting, but boy! So not what I was ready for at all!
Last week was beautiful and, for the most part, warm. This week is still beautiful, but not so warm now.
Every morning, I’ve been I’ve been giving the birds a scoopful of scratch grains and wild bird seed (the kind with the black sunflower seeds mixed in with other stuff) to start their day.
They’ve come to expect it, so yesterday, when I was gone and Dad filled in or me, he let them out of the coop as usual, only to have them make several attempts to go back inside the coop and follow him into the barn.
Because I forgot to tell him about their morning treat. Oops. Poor babies. Poor Dad! He couldn’t figure out why they were bugging him!
The only time I don’t give them any is if we have table scraps to pass out, because I figure they don’t need both. They’re all ready pretty spoiled for barnyard birds. At least, that’s what I’m told constantly. That I spoil them too much.
But you want to know what? I’m not the only one. A couple of days ago, Dad took the last of the winter squash out of his garden and opened up the gate so the chickens could forage off the last of the ones he wasn’t taking, not to mention all the leaves, bugs and what-have-you that got left in there.
All spring and summer long, it’s been gated off to them so they didn’t get into the squash, corn or peppers, so you can imagine how much they’re enjoying this:
See? Looks like fun, huh? Almost makes up for the coder weather, right? Being able to scratch around in the ‘forbidden zone’?
As I type this, it’s flurrying again. I’m glad we have chickens who are supposed to be winter-hardy birds, because it looks like winter is going is going to rear its head before autumn is half over. I’m thinking about bringing the birds warm oatmeal for their morning treat tomorrow, and hoping DH finishes the wind-break he’s putting up around the run soon.
Other than that, I think the chickens and I are ready for winter. I have metal waters, and plan to keep one in the house overnight to swap out if the water freezes, I’ve checked the coop and barn for drafts and we have the wind break in the works.
I think I ought to take my camera out and see how the chickens are liking the snow flurries. None of them have seen it before, as they’re all only six months old.
In the meantime, here’s Jolene enjoying one of the last warmer days we had last week: