Have you ever heard of Project 365? It’s a photo a day for a year. Some people shoot something new everyday, others stick to one subject for a month and then move on. Me? Well, we all know chickens are gorgeous birds, so why not them?
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At that temp their combs can freeze!
Tonight’s forecast is 15 below, so I closed the sliding door between their roost and their feeding area. Unfortunately the heater in the chicken waterer burnt out so we are bringing them fresh water every few hours, too.
As a special treat they dined on leftover fries, coleslaw, and ranch dressing. I’m sure it’s no better for them than it is for me, but they sure loved it!
Despite a lovely day of running freely in the backyard, the girls didn’t lay a single egg. Smart chickens–they knew something was up.
After hours in the 40 degree sun (sorry California, that’s downright balmy in Minnesota come January), it’s now windy and 14 degrees. And it’s only getting worse.
What’s a chicken to do? Snuggle up in their closed up coop with extra food and water, and a heat lamp.
Enjoy the show!
Yes, even in the winter my chickens are laying. The light in the coop helps a lot, but frankly they lay more when they get to run around the yard and cluck at the snow. Either way, I had 27 eggs in the ‘fridge tonight which means I needed to bake something.
Saturday mornings my kids will forget to eat breakfast until about lunchtime unless I try to adhere to their school-day schedules and pull them into the kitchen. Given that I’m not much of a morning person and I like to practice yoga on Saturday mornings, this requires a bit of planning.
An easy solution for both problems is Southern Baked French Toast. I don’t know why it’s a Southern Dish, since it seems to be a practical use of pain perdu (old, stale bread) in just about every country for millennia. It must be all the cream, sugar and pecans that many recipes require.
Please! No more pineapple, pudding or olives.
We like plain bread without olives, apples and melons, and corn on the cob.
When you serve those, let us know!
My chickens are pets. I let them out and they follow me around. They expect treats, which in chicken means soft and squishy leftovers like cereal and pastas and non-citrus fruits.
Yesterday, despite the cold, they stood at the kitchen door peering in until I brought out a bowl of leftover oatmeal.
Then they wanted more.