It's nowhere near a real farm, I know. But there are morning chores just the same. Especially in the winter when water freezes and snow covers the floor of the coops. Everyone needs fresh water. A bit of hay or straw. Perhaps some shoveling to clear away snow under their feet. The chickens have been spoiled with sunflower seeds, leftover dried marigold petals from the garden last summer, freeze-dried mealworms and organic cracked grains. They squawk and cackle at us as soon as they see us emerge from the garage, bundled up in jackets and gloves (sometimes over our pajamas), buckets of food and water in hand. Such a funny flock of ladies. Maggie is always with us, sure to dig through snow to try and find a stick. Or a mouse. She always follows me out to check on the bees, even though the snow is over her belly.
These pictures were just a week ago. Our last (I'm hoping) bit of snow. Now the weather has shifted, the snowdrifts are melting, the hum from the beehive is growing louder and mud season is beginning…. more on hope, dreams and melting snow next time.