The chickens survived the night!

Call me a lily-livered chicken lover if you will, but I was damn worried about our girls, what with the weather folks called for -6 overnight and all. Even had a few bad dreams about getting to the coop in the morning and hearing an eerie quiet and, well, you can fill in the rest. But when Paul and I approached the coop this morning, we heard the same old chatter coming from inside that uninsulated wooden box. The eight of them rushed the door as soon as I opened it, hopped onto the ground and started pecking away at the cous cous and scratch that we had set out for them. So I guess what I'm saying is: All is well.