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Marianne:I. Have. Not. Been. Out. Of. This. Coop. For. Three. Days.
Elanor: C'mon, there's still the hundreds of Sunrise and Susan and Sal's diary entries we haven't checked yet. Let's take a good look.
Susan's Diary
January 12, 2011, 3:45 PM
The snow's stopped falling long enough for us to venture out. Not even years of foraging skills classes could have taught a chicken how to forage properly in this new snow, fresh and powdery, deeper than a rooster is tall, fallen within three days. The world is a blanket of silver, with dark trees poking out from beneath their heavy cloaks, dull but lovely, dark but pristine. School is closed for the time being, so we are just in the coop most of the time, keeping warm and evading frostbite. Aurora knits, Autumn draws, Sunrise reads and I write. I have written more in these past few weeks than I have for these past few months, one of Aurora's blankets draped around me to keep me warm. This spring, we have been told, we are getting two new hens, from barn B back at the old farm. The old farm was warmer, with less snow, but much more windswept. I prefer things here. Hopefully Sunrise and the new chickens get along; Sunny was never a huge fan of barn B chickens. I didn't see much of them. All I know is that there is one black australorp one out of hundreds of red ones, and then there is a group of hens who had to travel to barn C for a while to help out with the C barn hens moving away. I know some of their names. Ermine, Olive, Tarea, Lilly, Selena, Rellie, Kitty, Trista, and Lola.And it is unlikely we get any of those particular ones.
Sunrise is wanting me to help her make some french-style layer-butter now. There are few comforts like cooking when you are stuck in a cold coop to protect yourself from an even colder forest. I wish we could do it all the time, but there is the problem is that we need to eat all we cook while it is still warm, otherwise it congeals as it cools. Sunrise is becoming impatient, I will write again when we are finished.
Susan Laura Henley.
Elanor: C'mon, there's still the hundreds of Sunrise and Susan and Sal's diary entries we haven't checked yet. Let's take a good look.
Susan's Diary
January 12, 2011, 3:45 PM
The snow's stopped falling long enough for us to venture out. Not even years of foraging skills classes could have taught a chicken how to forage properly in this new snow, fresh and powdery, deeper than a rooster is tall, fallen within three days. The world is a blanket of silver, with dark trees poking out from beneath their heavy cloaks, dull but lovely, dark but pristine. School is closed for the time being, so we are just in the coop most of the time, keeping warm and evading frostbite. Aurora knits, Autumn draws, Sunrise reads and I write. I have written more in these past few weeks than I have for these past few months, one of Aurora's blankets draped around me to keep me warm. This spring, we have been told, we are getting two new hens, from barn B back at the old farm. The old farm was warmer, with less snow, but much more windswept. I prefer things here. Hopefully Sunrise and the new chickens get along; Sunny was never a huge fan of barn B chickens. I didn't see much of them. All I know is that there is one black australorp one out of hundreds of red ones, and then there is a group of hens who had to travel to barn C for a while to help out with the C barn hens moving away. I know some of their names. Ermine, Olive, Tarea, Lilly, Selena, Rellie, Kitty, Trista, and Lola.And it is unlikely we get any of those particular ones.
Sunrise is wanting me to help her make some french-style layer-butter now. There are few comforts like cooking when you are stuck in a cold coop to protect yourself from an even colder forest. I wish we could do it all the time, but there is the problem is that we need to eat all we cook while it is still warm, otherwise it congeals as it cools. Sunrise is becoming impatient, I will write again when we are finished.
Susan Laura Henley.