I spent a lot of time cleaning out their humble abode and hauling wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of hay from the floor of the barn.
I hauled out all the old bedding from their nesting boxes and lined them with fresh hay. The floor of the coop now has a nice thick blanket of hay insulation and I attempted to seal some of the gaps in the wood sides and roof with spray insulation. I had lots of helpful suggestions from my feathered crew:
My girls are dependable egg layers. Most of the time I have eggs coming out of my ears. I am thinking of giving pound cakes for Christmas gifts because that uses a lot of eggs.
I let them free range although there has been a noticeable decline in the availability of crawly critters for their dining pleasure lately.
When they hear the door of the house, they come running for all they're worth from wherever they may be in hopes of getting a treat. Today I debated letting them out of the chicken yard. I was out at the barn early this morning helping DH load horses and the coyotes were just a little too close for comfort. By close, I mean that I could throw a rock and hit them and they have left their calling card on the cement slab where we keep the smoker and grill just outside the yard fence. I shut the girls up in the evening, because those coyotes are crafty and I sure would hate to have one of my chickens end up as coyote dinner.
Silly girls are curious and have to inspect every new addition to their turf.
This morning was a might chilly: