It does no mater how you look at it. The best way I can think of describing it is this. When I am out at the chicken pen I look down at the mud and the empty nest box and think why am I doing this. Why do I come out here every day to their muddy pen and exchange their brown ice for fresh water and come back to the house with an empty feed bag and step into the house and look down at the empty egg basket. But then I look up across the fields and pasture and see cows grazing and smooth hay fields. I step back and look at the many colored chickens pecking around in the garden and at our little creek that twists and turns through the woods bringing fresh water to deer, squirrels, birds, and the occasional bear. After this I know that this is why I do it. Now I won't lie to you, it's not as bad as I make it sound. I only have to give them more feed every few weeks and I do get 2 or 3 eggs a day. From 14 chickens I think they should give me at least ten a day. But it
is getting colder and the days are getting shorter. They will give more come spring. maybe they will even give me a few chicks if I barrow Laura's roosters. The visitors just got here so I have to leave.
Seeya
