Saturday, December 10, 2005
All of the chickens were alive last night. The baby chicks were a concern for me and they are doing better than any of the others. The big chickens seem to simply be surviving and looking out of the house at me as if to inquire, “What the hell is all this cold about?” But the chicks are running around cheeping and eating and driving the others crazy. They seem to like the cold because they can get under mama an nestle in her warm feathers anytime they want. It’s like staying home with children on a school snow day. The big chickens have all my sympathy now.