Friday, January 21, 2011

Nice Morning in the Swamp

Funny thing about chickens, they want fresh water and food. Every day. Rain, shine, cold, hot, it doesn't matter to the selfish little critters. So, some days going out to take care of them is not a pleasant experience. My hands get cold when I have to thaw their water and refill the container with fresh water. Rainy days are about as bad; have you ever walked around a WET chicken pen? Eeeeeewwwww. The summer isn't too bad, if I go out early enough, before the temperature gets too high.

But then there are days like today. The sun was just getting over the hill and peeking through the pines. The temperature hovered around 40F degrees, so, cool enough for a sweater but not cold enough to freeze the water. My nine-year-old son brought the waterer down the hill from the chicken coop for me to fill and return.

I filled the waterer and carried it back to the coop, escorted by Frodo the Wonder Yorkie. I tossed some feed into the yard for the hens and left them happily scratching around, clucking and munching.

These ARE the good old days.

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