Frosty Morning

It’s a frosty morning to be out ‘n about. My routine change is still working itself out. It’s a long process, it is. I was out this frost morning to tend to nine chickens and eight ducks and nothing more. It took ten minutes to fill a bucket with warm water, fill their water pans, let them out and collect one egg. Now that the bully turkeys are gone they might start laying well again. I hope so. There aren’t many eggs left in the fridge.

This frosty morning takes me off the homestead to see people face to face. Groceries, the feed store, friends, and to vote. Then home to hunt for an hour or so before dark. Supper, freezing three whole turkeys, and then maybe some reading. Enjoy your day.