This morning it was 29 degrees. The remnants of the snow had turned to ice. Gardening in Zone 5 is the pits.
Moving Day for the Girls
Eight chicks are now 4 weeks old, four are 3 weeks old, but all are getting feathers and they have outgrown their tub home in the dining room. The hen house is ready. We miss their peeps and chirps and the red glow of the heat lamp that became a night light. This morning the house is quiet and the girls are adjusting to their new home. They will stay in the hen house for a bit longer until the pen has been predator proofed.
Rather scrappy looking in their teen phase of life, this one will be a golden brown. Can't wait to see her adult colors.
Still huddled for security. They are not used to seeing the Mr. standing tall and erect.