It must be hard to be a chicken in the cold. Egg production is way down, which breaks my heart. I think we only have 4 or 5 of the beauties left in the fridge, and after Sunday morning pancakes we may be out entirely. After our stretch of getting 4 and sometimes 5 eggs a day, that is hard to take. But honestly, if I was a chicken in this weather we’ve had lately, I wouldn’t bother to lay any eggs either.
I do love how fat and feathery the girls are these days. Mike, in particular, has that wonderful fluffy down on her tush – just kills me watching her run around the yard. Warmer weather is coming, girls! Hang in there!
