A light dusting of snow settled between the blades of brown grass.
Gray sky, cold and bleak.
A flock of Robins, harbingers of spring, feeding along side of snow juncos, a winter resident.
The chickens showing little enthusiasm for their morning release from the night’s captivity.
A head cold, compliments of grandson last week.
If we aren’t going to get real snow, I wish winter would go on and exit.
The wind howls,
The snow blows ( wish it would stick),
Chickens are locked in their coop with extra straw, food, water and scratch grain for entertainment and digestive warmth,
The wood stove is blazing and will stay stoked
As the temperature plunges to the negatives.
Wish I could stay in and enjoy, but eggs will quickly freeze in these temps so forays to the coop will have to happen til late afternoon.
Stay warm and safe my friends.
Cabin Crafted 