So, right after I wrote about our recent little foray into winter, this happened.
The kind of snow that means breaking out the snowshoes and thinking about what to take before embarking on any car journey. We haven’t had a big snow before the end of November like that in I don’t know how long. Reggie set out to demonstrate frolicking in a big way.
Of course, the chickens had absolutely no interest in coming outside in that kind of weather. Their hatch remained closed.
It was the perfect time to re-introduce what I like to call breakfast in bed for the chickens: chopped apple, currants or raisins and oats, warmed up before delivery.
The sheer volume of snow when we have such a big fall is always kind of amazing, and it makes the most everyday things look completely different, somehow special.
Not surprisingly perhaps, we’ve now seen a warming trend over the past week, and our snow is nearly all gone. Sleds are stranded on the hill outside our house, and we’re a bit more carefree about what we throw on to go outside.
There are benefits: last night’s Christmas festival with fireworks on our town’s main street was deeply enjoyable as we weren’t shivering in a deep freeze or hampered by slippery surfaces. My older son was able to ride his bike to work today. And the chickens are out again; this morning’s hot breakfast was enjoyed on their ‘dining rock’, instead of in the coop where they often remain for days on end when it’s really cold and snowy.
In truth, though, we want our snow back, so that we can get into winter properly, rather than just dabbling in it and never being sure of what’s around the corner. Come on winter, get serious and settle down.