In winter I get antsy when the propane supply gets low. So when Big Brother slipped me a bill this past weekend, I took the first opportunity to fill empty bottles and cans.
And also fill the chicken feed barrels…
Landlady’s pullets are growing fast, and eating in proportion. They’re getting over their ‘afraid of everything’ phase, and right now are quite aggressive with the food guy when they’re hungry. Which is usually.
And they’re starting to lay eggs! Not many yet, not very big, but they’re still babies. Barring problems this coming year will be a big one for ‘what are we going to do with all these damned eggs.’
It’s been a cold couple of nights. This morning hit 10.3 degrees minimum, which is very far from a record but still a little colder than the average winter night here. And I’m delighted with how well the Lair is doing. I’m starting to think finishing the floor was the last thing needed to get the cabin to take and hold heat well. On a sunny day the sun coming in through that new big bathroom window is enough to raise the indoor temp well into the mid seventies, and it holds that till bedtime unless the outdoor temperature just crashes. So there’s usually no need to light the stove in the evening, which generally means things are nippy when I get up but quite comfortable in an hour or less. Back when the walls were tight as a colander, there were mornings I didn’t think it would ever warm up. But I finished the walls last year and the floor this year, and so far the biggest problem is when the Lair is too warm. Which is a nice problem to have. All is looking very well.
What’s more, it appears Uncle Joel is going to spend the first week of the year – traditionally the coldest – in a city. Yup, I’m going visiting. More on that later, no doubt.