Well, so much for all that bragging about awesome fall weather. The cold has descended… and it’s a chilly morn here at This Old House. Not that I’m complaining!.. Every day is a gift, right? When the New England chill sets in, there are a few things we layer up around here…
Pardon the crappy iphone pics.. it is what it is.
The minis grow a very thick coat –
The horses do not,
so they are blanketed.
I add extra bedding to the stalls –
The chickens get a red flood light to throw some heat –
(my chicken coop looks like a house of ill repute at night)
ROX anne…. you don’t have to put on the red light…..
those days are over… you don’t have to sell your body to the night..
ROX anne…
Sorry, couldn’t help myself…
… off topic but who knows the artist who made that song famous.
No googling.
You’re singing it now, aren’t ya.
And I throw some hay around the chicken yard so they can forage a little and burrow in it..
The basket of barn gloves and hats is now perched on the mud room bench for the season..
Don’t ever make the mistake of wearing barn gloves to the grocery store, however.
The scent is distinct 🙂
..and firewood rests on the porch, easy access on those cold nights.
Although I may gripe now and again about the cold grey New England winters…
I wouldn’t trade the season changes.
An opportunity for a week or two
in a warm sunny tropical place wouldn’t be scoffed at and turned away, however.
Just sayin.