I can't help but chuckle every morning when I come in and see the chickens roosting underneath the red heat lamp. I think of the popular fried chicken chains that keep their chicken warm under their heat lamps. Except mine are still alive...
Mable had just laid an egg, and stood up and let me get it out from under her. She's so sweet.
Anna eating her breakfest. 
Goldie eating the left over hay...
Snow birds
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