Tuesday, January 05, 2016

hens breath

The first freezing temperatures have arrived.  As I open the henhouse door, I admire the frosty patterns of hens breath on the glass.

Do you see vines and leaves?

or maybe...feathers?

My Golden Lace Wyandotte hen finds a good spot in the sun and sits down to warm her feet in her fluffy down feathers.

Last springs pullets produce an egg-stravaganza!  All are now laying, delivering a farmers daily dozen (or is it a bakers dozen?)


Lisa Greenbow said...

Winter has arrived yet they keep on producing. Amazing creatures. She sure is a beautiful chicken. She gives me chicken envy let alone the eggs.

Valerie said...

I see ferns in the frost!

That is a beautiful hen....she certainly could be a great source for color inspiration!

Anonymous said...

It's wonderful to see another post from you!
Frost etchings can be the most exquisite beauty.

thecrazysheeplady said...

I love frost patterns. We seldom see them here. Not sure why that is.

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