I was seriously beginning to think we had descended into the age of Ragnarok. Had the wolf truly swallowed the sun?
Another Nor' Easter, the fourth in three weeks, had hit the land dumping a foot of snow. The chickens were once again held prisoner to the confines of the coop and more white death blanketed the land.
Well ... they had the remnants of a Thai seafood stew with a couple of extra crab cakes thrown in so I don't feel TOO bad for them!
Today, with the warm sun returned once again, the fields of snow have retreated greatly once again. Hopefully this time banished to the winter realm for nine months at least.
Never has the sun felt so good. The flock is too long confined to the run and I am looking forward to their first day out again in the yard!
A chronicle of my douche bag rooster and the douche bag that owns him.
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