Sixteen degrees now. Higher than my friends up North, not as warm as my favorites on the East coast. Still, it's 16 degrees. No comparison to my dear Tina in California. :) Supposed to be in the fifties on Friday. Can't come soon enough.
Stew simmering. Drinking a hot cup of Earl Grey. Pugs cozied up in blankets on the sofa. Big dogs indifferent, and chompin' at the bit to be let outside. Chickens survived the night, and we've been stuffing them full of warm food all day. Now they're eating some seed before getting on their roost. So glad they roost without direction. In the winter months, by about five o'clock, they're in the hen house, all snug and side-by-side. There's room in the coop for the five of them as adults to sit in a row. Figure that's warm enough. It was last night.
Honestly, I slept so poorly last night---kept thinking about them, fearing frost-bitten combs, but not so. They bounded out of the coop this morning at seven fine and dandy. Exhale.
So much energy is expended in just keeping warm. Do you find it so? It's exhausting. Makes me tense, but thankful we had no snow, and it's been sunny and clear today. It'll pass.
