Today, while feeding my flock in the coop, I realized that a metal scoop on a 20 some degree morning is not the best idea. By the time I was done scooping my hand was freezing!! Note to self: Must replace with plastic or put some gloves in the coop. Then I went to the nesting boxes and found the warmest, freshly laid egg that felt sooooo good in my cold hand. It was bliss. I know some of you have probably experienced this feeling. I love finding warm eggs, but it was really special this morning!!