November is here. Frosts are more frequent, the cold is creeping in. We lost some of our flock to a turkey vulture or buzzard.
First one of the young roosters on Hallowe’en. Esme, the original mother of the flock, and our family favourite, went missing. We had to assume the worst. And after several days of keeping the flock cooped up, we lost one of our older roosters.
We won’t let the remaining ten chickens out until we’ve had a good hard look at how we can keep our free ranging flock a little safer. We had it safe for a little too long and it’s hard getting used to this new reality.
Unlike some previous Novembers, the weather isn’t quite as harsh as it could be just yet, but we wonder if winter will set in early like it did last year. Our first heavy snow came on the 30th of November, and never really left.
Two years ago we had a proper layer of ice on our pond already: Ice Day.
This time last year, I discovered this cold weather gem: Curried brown rice and sweet potato soup with halloumi
It’s comforting looking back at where we were last year, two years ago, or even further, thanks to this small record. In a world full of chaos, noise and uncertainty, this is our little patch with its own rhythms. It’s not always easy, but it’s where we are and what we’re doing. It’s a good time to hurry on home and keep warm. Warm wishes to all of you.