One of our araucana hens gave us an enormous egg this week--nearly four ounces. That's the size of TWO medium eggs! Too big to fit into an egg carton, so we ate it for breakfast yesterday. Bill wanted me to take a photo for posterity. Here it is.
We've got about 8 or 9 inches on the ground here this morning. Very cold, in the upper teens, so it's a fluffy, clean sort of snow. Here's what it looks like on the trees on Hap Mountain, looking east-southeast from our kitchen door: Caught this shortly before the sun came up, from back behind the mountain.
In between carrying in firewood, thawing out the dogs' and chickens' water, and catching up on paperwork ... we cook and eat! The rum-walnut cake above, baked a couple of days ago, is now all gone, except for delicious memories. Got some peach cobbler in the oven for today--a fine, easy thing to do with a pint of the peaches from last summer's farm market that we sliced, sugared, and froze last summer. All winter long we enjoy cooking with foods from our garden and from other
During the winter, clusters of our chickens usually gather here on sunny days: This spot, right by the main gate, is where the sun reaches their pasture earliest on winter mornings. Even on cold days, it's a nice warm place to bask. Also a good place for them to keep an eye out for humans who might be heading their way with treats.