In the depths of winter our chickens stop laying and we go without homegrown eggs. Some time in March when daylight increases enough and we start to see hints of spring, we’re delighted to find eggs once more. The red sex link hens are the first to lay, but this year the Americaunas started contributing their smaller, pretty green-blue eggs shortly after. This is surely the earliest sign of spring for us, and in many ways the most welcome.
PetKid provides a little background on our current flock of egg layers in his latest blog post. It’s a fun read with lots of great photos that he took himself.
It’s that time of year when everything seems to be on fast-forward. Blink and you miss it.
I didn’t miss the apple blossoms this year, but I never got around to sharing them here. I’ve been okay with that; life is for living first, everything else is gravy.
If I’m honest, the blog will continue to be quiet at least until the end of June, and then I’m hoping / planning to pick up the pace again.
Wishing you all the best and hoping you are able to take time to ‘smell the apple blossoms’ or the equivalent for your part of the world.
When we get going, we really get going. It was plus six here today! Still not sure how the snow on our uninsulated wood shed can hang on like this…
This shot shows that we still need to build a door for our hay/wood storage, but there will always be time in the spring. Come on spring!
Waking to an outside temperature of -25 C this morning, I kicked into a different gear. When it’s that cold (about -12 for readers who use Fahrenheit), we try to head straight outside with extra food for the chickens. I was particularly grateful this morning for the fact that we finally got a water heater hooked up in time for this winter; not having to handle the water on these sub-zero days is rather nice.
Reggie came out with me this morning, and hardly seemed to notice the cold. He took his time to check out whatever scent may linger in the snowprints of various small animals that have tracked across our hillside. I love the pale blue tinge to the snow at that time of day, and the soft warmth of the light coming from the east. It was worth it to slow down a little and pay attention. It always is.