Lucy the Rhode Island red, free ranging where lawn meets woods.
My hens are still laying, though not quite as many eggs, and still surviving their daytime roaming.
Marianne the barred rock, “thinking.”
We have had a frost four or five times now. The cold is here.
Marilyn the majestic, a buff Orpington.
She is both the natural leader and the most lap-friendly chicken.
Lucy in the woods.
(Ella the Easter egger and Grace the buff Orp were not in the mood for posing for portraits that morning.)
Is there a month in New Hampshire with more dramatic change in temperature and landscape than October? I can see through the upper canopy of our back woods all the way to the late sunrise now. I wore my winter coat for chicken chores Tuesday morning for the first time. I had to break the ice on the waterer. I added straw to the chicken run. The chickens are hungrier and so are we.
Roast chicken Monday, roast pork Wednesday (with beer for him and Côtes du Rhône for me). And On Tuesday for dinner, John made the most (fattening) decadent comfort food ever: Skillet Macaroni and Cheese with Kielbasa and Mustard, from Cooks Illustrated. By the fourth or fifth bite you feel both “I am so full!” and “I want more!”
It’s Halloween. Daughter Anna who lives at home now and works in Portsmouth has been sewing her own costume to go walk in the annual Portsmouth Halloween Parade. Red Sox won the World Series in Boston last night – I will have to ask daughter Laura for a full report on the street scene after the first home win since 1918.
Trick or treat last night with no trick-or-treaters as usual on our lonesome dark road. So we three residents ate a lot of mini-Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Hershey’s Miniatures.