Temps this morning of -12 (yes, MINUS 12) and howling winds. This is why we live in Minnesota - the challenge of surviving winter. Dave and his damn seasons. Bah, humbug! I should be living next door to Tim, Diane and the girls.
We flipped a coin to see who would shovel. I used the same two-headed coin I use every year. It's been 28 years and Dave has yet to complain.
The girls (chickens) don't seem to mind the cold. They laid 13 beautiful brown eggs today. Since it was Sunday and I was home, I collected them a couple times during the day. On the weekdays we don't collect until we get home from work and if it's cold they can freeze. You can tell a frozen egg because it usually has a lengthwise crack. I look closely when I first bring them inside. As they thaw, the crack closes up and you can't tell. Freezing doesn't really hurt anything, but you don't want to keep a cracked egg very long because germs, etc. It might appear cloudy when you crack it too.
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