Our birds give us beautiful eggs. Occassionally I am a doofus and put one in my pocket. And do something I shouldn’t do with eggs in my pocket. I’ll feel the crunch, curse, and then wash my jacket.
With 100km/h winds and a foot of snow we won’t join the hordes posting shots out their window. Instead, some chicken portraits from November. Green grass is just around the corner, hang in there hens!