January 30, 2015
The weather has been strange this month and it feels so... off. It has been warm and sunny, and we haven't had much rain, let alone snow or anything resembling your typical PNW midwinter.
All this springlike weather has me panicked about my garden plans. Should I haul in a load of compost? Should I get my seed starts going in the window sill? Or will everything take a sudden turn for the worst, freezing all the freshly blooming daffodils, camellias and other spring-loving plantlife in a sudden flash? It seems a bit risky to try anything just yet, but the sunshine is compelling me to go outside and play in the dirt.
Not only are the plants acting strange, but the chickens seem to be a little confused too. Amelia Pond, the hen hanging out on my arm in the photo above, laid a gorgeous egg for us a few weeks ago. Just one, and nothing since. And not only was it a gorgeous egg because of its pretty blue-green color, but it was beautiful because it had me dreaming of all the 3-egg days to come.
As proficient as Seven of Nine and Milly (the black hens) are with their eggs, we've found that two layers don't quite cut it for us and our level of egg consumption, so we've gone back to (rather impatiently) waiting for miss Amelia Pond and Starbuck to resume their duties in the coming months. Until then, I hope they're enjoying all the golden sunshine because, as strange or wrong as it seems, it's also rather lovely.