If you've never kept chickens, you're missing out on the sweetest of all zone-out time. It's almost as sweet as watching babies sleep.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to sugar coat how much work they can be. Especially during the winter.
The days are short, the temps can be down right vicious and there aren't any eggs either.
But then spring arrives...or at least the hope of spring.
The sun starts and ends our days and the girls celebrate the lengthened light with nesting boxes filled with eggs and scurry about being busy.
No longer do they roost dazed by the temps or hover around the feed dish eating for fuel. Scratching and fluffing fill their day. Energized by hunting their own food again, they fill their dishes with straw, preferring fallen oats sifted out to the coop's floor.
While they fluffed, I spent a little time patching up some holes....
Old sheds have a lot of holes. Old tin cans make perfectly sized patches.
When I finished, I sat down and the girls were still busy, even feeling a little broody.
I lose track of time when I sit with the girls and my roo. They're like meditation for me.
Hanging out. Being cool. Chicken zen.