Another cold snap is at our front door. I’m already noticing some discolored combs and wattles due to frostbite. It’s nice and warm in the coop, but for 3 roosters, there’s something oh-so enticing about the garage. Maybe it’s the way their crows echo against the walls in the morning?

It’s one thing to be all-that and think you’re too cool for the coop, but it’s another to lead some beautiful egg-laying hens astray. Yesterday I chased the hens ’round and ’round the car several times before they figured out they could just go beneath it and get away from me. Sure I figured out that I could never catch them (after at least 2 laps) — but I thought a little exercise might do them good. It was a fun, large muscle exercise for most of us.

Collected a half dozen eggs from the nests, and saw 2 frozen, cracked eggs in the garage. Enough of this nonsense!