a momentous occasion
Welp, our hens have started laying again. In the middle of the coldest temperatures and most snow we've had all winter. (We're talking quite a ways below freezing, here.) I'm sure there's some logic there, but I'm not seeing it.
Oh well. I'm not going to complain about fresh eggs!
Oh well. I'm not going to complain about fresh eggs!
(They managed to find homes for the others, or those would have gone in the stewpot as well.)