Yesterday was another snow day. A few more inches of snow. Another day of Michael home from work. Another day to sleep in a little. I have to admit, I LOVE fresh snow. I know a lot of people are ready for spring, and the kids have been pretty stir crazy. First they couldn’t go out because it was way too cold, and now they can’t go out because they’re all sick. Well, I am looking forward to spring and playing outside without spending an hour tracking down that other glove and all the chaos of dressing to play in the snow. And all the chaos after. But, I sure do like a fresh snow.
We have done a lot of fun things with our snow days this year. I’ve done a lot of baking, Michael and the kids built a snow man (hello “Olaf!”), we went to the art museum, and the Imagination Station, made lots of meals, many trips to the library, read lots of awesome books (including The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis and The Princess and the Goblin by George MacDonald).
My first attempt at bagels.
Running the grocery store at the Imagination Station.
Shopping. She’s a pro.
Nikki’s project at the art museum’s interactive installment.
Five lasagnas for the freezer!
His first experience with Richard Scarry’s Cars and Trucks and Things That Go. We might have to get our own copy.
And we’ve also spent quite a bit of time with the chickens, shuffling them around. Right now we have them inside the garage because some of the night time temps have dropped below zero lately, and day-time is often just in the single digits! Do they look happy?
Their coop only has one solid wall, two walls of chicken wire, and one wall with their big door in it. So they get very little shelter from the super-cold. We did have it pushed up against the garage on one open side, and put a board up on another to give some extra protection, but they just seem so miserable (although I’m still not sure if I can tell the difference between a miserable and a happy chicken – maybe it’s all really about how I would feel if I were in their place). They have been laying pretty well (better than they ever have, for us, actually), and I think that’s at least a signal that they’re not stressed out.
But, the side-effects of their being in the garage. Poop. Lotsa poop. And it gets frozen on (which I guess is nicer for clean-up) to the floor and wherever else they drop it. But they don’t stay in their corner. Despite our tall walls we made for them, somehow they are still able to get up and over. So, there’s poop everywhere on everything…eew. But, it’s the least of my worries right now. As long as we do a good clean-up after they move out and it’s still cold enough when we do it that it’s not too stinky.
I will just start dreaming of a day when we can have a nicer coop for the ladies. At least a warmer one.
Check this one out! You can see more details here. She has a “poop hammock” which I will be investigating more closely. Ummm…I’m a little alarmed that I’m getting so excited about something called a “poop hammock.” A girl can dream, can’t she?