These ladies, who look like Rhode Island reds, live about a mile from me. Four hens should provide a family of four enough eggs plus some for the neighbors.
Before moving to the US, I'd kept "Rhodies" in England where I remember letting them out of the coop on frosty mornings. Their feathers, all plumped up, were sometimes glistening with frost. They might have preferred this climate.
STILL, The Art of Noticing
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STILL, The Art of Noticing by Mary Jo Hoffman, Monacelli, 2024 Leafing
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