I am pretty sure I've lost my winter garden to this freezing weather we're having. Actually, it's below freezing; tonight's low is forecast at 9. We are actually going to experience single digit weather up here in the so-called temperate Pacific North West.
It has been so cold for so long, I've been concerned about the chickens. Steve took over letting the girls out in the morning once the days got shorter; they are just plain not ready to roll off the roost at five-thirty in the morning when I leave the house for work. So he's managing watering the girls by using the old dog dish because my automatic chicken waterer is frozen over.
Whether the girls were going to like it or not didn't really concern me, but tonight when I went to go lock them up I noticed that one of the Orpingtons was up front and center underneath the infrared lamp. I know what you're thinking; I'm probably going overboard but the way I look at it is this: I'm sparing myself the self-reproach for letting the girls suffer from my negligence.
Besides, the color red suits them.