Oh for the love of little green apples!
Would you care to take a guess at what the porch thermometer was reading at the ungodly hour of 5:00 this morning? 18F! Yes, that's
EIGHTEEN degrees Fahrenheit!!!
And y'all want me to toss that poor little baby out into
THAT?!?!
Oh, and there's also a fresh layer of snow out there this morning. About an inch. Looks like egg production might slow down a bit, for the next few days at least.
See LH? I told ya so! Didn't I? Hours and hours of homage to the DivaDo!!
Considering the insult, I think you got off lightly!!
Laura, I'll keep the Flying Monkeys penned up for now. Provided you continue to behave yourself!!
Nella,
sorry about Stew #3. Poor little gal.
I hate hawks who have a taste for chicken!
Gloria Jean, I think we're very much in need of some new pictures of your babies!
Brandon, keep it up sweetie! It should get easier and easier every day now!
OK, tons and tons of crap to get done today. Those poor boys of mine need a clean coop in the
worst way! Hope everyone has a great day. Kathy, send some of that warm air up here please, but keep the rain with you, if you'd be so kind?!?