|It seems odd when Rowdy is the only spot of color|
The Beer Festival was a lot of fun. We parked our car at our downtown hotel and walked to a restaurant and then to the convention center where we sampled many, many beers over a 4 hour period and then we walked back to our hotel and were home before noon on Saturday. We rarely get outings like this.
Tuesday before it got extremely cold again, we did get some more snow. It was gray and dreary, but I got out with my camera and took some wintry photos. Our hayloft is still well-stocked with hay. I would say we have gone through less than half of what we put up in this side of the loft so far and since we only have about 6 weeks of maximum hay consumption ahead of us, we will be fine. It is always a relief to know we won't have to scramble to find more hay. It has happened.
Here are Mayhem and Dulci peering out the barn door to see what I am doing.
Everyone else is munching on hay
Yesterday morning, it was -8 as I said and when I went outside, I first checked in on the chickens and there were 2 eggs in the nest boxes and I needed to bring them in right away. As I picked each egg up, there was a soft popping sound and each one split end to end. They were already frozen. Rowdy and Grover each enjoyed an egg-cicle. I don't know how long it took the eggs to freeze at that temperature. It could not have been too long.
I finished up my gift knitting for older son's birthday, which is this Saturday. I will post a couple photos next week, though I forgot to photograph one of the items and it is already in the mail. Oh well.