You know it's a chilly morning when you see this in the egg box:
This must have been one of yesterday's uncollected eggs, caught by Old Man Winter, frozen solid and busting out of the shell. Tubby will enjoy it for dinner once it thaws out.
I'm sure people with tons of snow will find this post funny, but a hard freeze really isn't a common occurrence around here in central Virginia. The frost made for beautiful pictures, though.
Here are the chickens' stockings, hung with some care, dusted with frost, in hopes of that Santa will bring popcorn:
Dandelion didn't appreciate the beauty of the frost:
In fact, the ladies were alternating which leg to stand on to keep warm. They looked very pretty with their feathers all fluffed up for warmth. Luckily, the sun was just clearing the trees and streaming into their field as I was taking stock of the morning, so warmth is on the way.
Another pretty shot of frost, on a landscape timber beam, with Tubby's little toes in the background:
When I was little, I thought that frozen grass looked just like frozen pizza cheese:
only much prettier.
Hope you have a hand-knit wrapped kind of day!