
The chickens and guineas will probably not even so much as poke a head out of their house today. When it started snowing yesterday afternoon, several of the hens were up under our porch and decided they'd rather spend the night there than make the quick dash through a light dusting of snow to their own house. It took Joe and me a half hour and a broom to convince them otherwise.
In contrast to our picky domesticated creatures, the yard is a-flutter with wild songbirds. The bird feeder we keep hanging from the porch roof overhang is often ignored, but today it is prime real estate. Our front porch looks like a busy, international airport.
Off to play in the snow and then it's Christmas cookie baking time! First we'll have to clear the snow off the earth oven and shovel a path out to it. Just makes the cookies that much sweeter. :)
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