Well, here we are at the end of the season. It’s been a great run, and it’s a little exciting to end on a snowcapped note.
The first snow of the season officially came on October 27, but the bigger guns were pulled out yesterday, on October 29. We got about six inches of snow, enough to flicker the power a few times but not cause any serious damage.
The chickens, being less than a year old and generally ignorant in the ways of snow, seemed awfully confused by the whole thing. The brave few who ventured out became so distrustful of walking in it that they would flap flap flap about 10 feet through the air, land, realize they were in pretty much the same predicament they were 10 feet ago, squawk disgruntledly (new word?), and try again for want of anything else to do.
Then there were the hens who wandered out, presumably to try to lay eggs somewhere other than the nestboxes that we so lovingly provided for them in the previous blog post. (They’ve yet to use the boxes, insisting instead on giving us Easter egg hunts.) Said hens flapped into the taller grass, squatted a bit, got cold, and apparently had their brains shorted out. They just . . . stood there. For a few minutes. In the snow. Anyway, eventually we got concerned about them and carried them back to the warmth of the coop.
But one of the fake campine hens decided that who was the man to put her back in the coop? And that no cage would hold her. And probably many other subversive chicken thoughts as she retraced exactly the same path back to exactly the same spot about 10 minutes later. (The advantage of snow-covered ground is that you can tell where the chickens are wandering, and this one wandered to pretty much the same place.)
Of course, snowy ground isn’t just useful for tracking chickens, the utility of which is generally in question anyway, since we usually know where they are. Deer, on the other hand, are the sneaky minxes of the farm, and knowing where they travel is rather helpful for the upcoming hunting season. I say upcoming despite the fact that bow season and muzzleloaders are currently in because Nick doesn’t do either of those (yet?). We’ve rather grudgingly fed the buggers all year long, and it’s about time they return the favor.
We’ll finish up today with a few pictures of the farm covered in snow, which is already melting quickly. Enjoy! And use those comments, if you are so inclined, to let us know how the weather treated you.