The weather app assures me that we are going to get a taste of what is like in New England. An inch an hour the local news outlet predicts. It is snowing now light but steady.
Inside the house it is warm and smells like the sandwich bread I just took out of the oven. French Bread is raising to eat with dinner.
The garden is started. Onions and a little lettuce in the greenhouse window.
Tomatoes under lights.
Rustabelle's litter are eating feed and hay and have discovered the water bottles. She is an unusual mother for a rabbit, checking on her young regularly from birth. Most does ignore their litter except for the twice daily feeding.
Chris says he has been hearing foxes at night after I am asleep. The once frightening sounds are now a comfort. The fox population was infested with mange a year ago and the rodent (wild rabbit, mice and rat) grew as the disease decimated the population. We sold off all of our chickens last summer because of it. But with the return of the predator, I am hopeful.
Good thing too, since I picked up the first batch of day old chicks in Elizabeth yesterday.
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2 of each Mottled Java, Dark Brahma, Araucana & Buckeye. They are living in the unused shower in the basement. They will move to the small chicken coop when they feather out in about 4 weeks, just in time for the next batch to arrive.
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