My days always begin with morning chores. There’s not much to them this time of year–let the chickens out, feed the goats, put wood in the stove. Some cold mornings I’m slow to get started. This was one of them.
The view I have from our backyard, on the way to the barn.
It’s hard to get kids to stand still long enough for a picture.
This is one way to do it.
Walking to the chickenhouse.
Here comes the sun.
Some of our young hens insist on roosting in the nesting boxes. To try to break them of that I’ve been draping a tarp over the nesting boxes at night.
Elvis and one of his ladies.
The goats are starting to wander out.
But it’s a beautiful frosty morning here, so it was a nice way to start the day.