It's so cold that the hens' eggs freeze in the nests if we don't pick them up soon enough. If we pick them up with a bare hand they crack immediately.
From inside the house, it's a dazzling day. First thing this morning all the trees and shrubs, around the house and in the woods across the mile, looked like they were flocked or painted white like Christmas trees can be. Up close even the weeds looked pretty, like they were made of cotton balls or Q-tips. Some of the clouds look like quilt batting.
Wind chills are pretty darn cold. Once it gets to about 10 below, a few degrees either way make no difference. Still cold.
Our favorite website is National Weather Service and we discovered a new thing: the hourly graphical forecast, which includes temperature, humidity, wind, cloud cover and precipitation charted out by the hour. It's interesting for winter but looks like it might be a real find for us next summer when debating whether and when to mow hay.
Here is (hopefully) a link. To find another location, I think you have to go to the home location and put in a zip code or something.
I think it's cool: http://forecast.weather.gov/MapClick.php?site=iwx&map.x=137&map.y=95&FcstType=graphical
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I never thought about eggs cracking with the warmth of your hand. Hmmm. Sort of like trying to wipe a lit lightbulb and it cracks. Hope you don't lose too many eggs.
Lisa
So, then I'm reading your comments to housebound teacher hubby who gets the chicken fits or something and picks up some books on raising poultry from the library. That, and his new Murray McMurray catalog have him one happy guy. I think it goes back to our courting days, when he told him with true love shining from his eyes that he could see me as an old woman, wearing one of those housedresses and feeding the chickens. I like the old lady part, but that dress has me nervous.
I had no clue eggs would crack. Amazing.
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