Most mornings and evenings, I'm pulling another bale from the stack.
While reaching for the far bale in the corner, I'm counting bales. Is there enough hay to get through the week or do I need to move some from the hay storage barn?
Eggs fall on my shoulders.
For more than a week now, while I've been in the warm indoors, a hen has flown over the stall gate and laid eggs on the hay bale.
Lucky for me, it is 3 degrees and the eggs froze long ago.
Is the hen really planning to hatch chicks in January? Or, is she like the cats, the dogs, the humans and horses -- bored and looking for a little excitement in the cold, dark month of January?
She is not around, so I cannot ask her.
Instead, I gather the frozen eggs.
I will defrost them one at a time, and the dogs shall have a January treat.