In the dead of Winter
I think my chickens are in love with me. Real love . They come out of their coop when I walk outside just to see me, they follow me around the yard, they stretch their necks up to get a better view of what's in my hand. Well, not all the chickens. Half of them. Three to be exact. The other 3 act like I'm about to have them for dinner. They're almost 5 months old and are getting ready to lay eggs. So I decided to get a head start by putting "fake eggs" in their nesting box. Plastic easter eggs and a golf ball. They're not the smartest animals on earth, so I think I may have successfully tricked them into thinking they should lay their eggs near these cool-looking ones that just appeared. The garden is looking beautiful, in it's winter glory. I just harvest a few pounds of swiss chard. The kale is next. I'm working on my compost pile and hope to have the heap of food into nice black dirt by the Spring.