Y'all. It's cold. And going to get colder. And it's windy. When I went to let the chickens out they were all in a nesting box that's set in the coop. They didn't want to come out. They did, eventually, when I threw the scratch for them but just like us- they were loathe to get out of bed.
And there's little Violet. She has rolled those eggs all up beneath her the best she can. What a determined tiny mama! I've got the entrance to that box semi-blocked with hay and truly, she's in the best place she could find but tonight Mr. Moon might run a light out there to help keep her birthing room a little warmer.
Being humans, we want to do something to help. Honestly, a little extra warmth might be a good thing but I think it's best to let Violet be the director of this show. Eons of evolution have not been in vain. She knows what she's doing.
And despite the fact that I sort of want to bring her and all of the eggs inside, I'm pretty sure that this is not the thing to do.
The other babies are doing very well.
I'm about to go cut up some lettuce and kale and grapes for them. They can't get enough of those treats.
Lily reports that they are all feeling much better today and I think the boys are going to spend the night here tonight which will be fun. Hopefully, we shall all of us, chicks and children, stay warm and cozy beneath blankets and comforters, light bulbs and mama-wings, those of us already born and those still in the shell.