This morning we woke to a misty world.
I went with the dogs to let the chickens out at first light, they need the daylight hours as much as possible at the moment, and with the slowly lengthening evenings are getting back into their previous egg laying routine. We are consistently getting seven eggs a day at the moment, which is good for ten laying chickens. We have three of the Welsummers laying at the moment and one still to start, hopefully she will not be long behind her sisters. The White Stars are now 30 months old, so should really be laying slightly less frequently than one egg a day each.
With the chickens up and pecking around, we went to feed the pigs, they were having a lie in and only woke when they heard me rattling their feed bucket, they staggered blearily out of their bedroom and got stuck in. It was almost five minutes until they looked up to say their thanks in their piggy way, with flicking of their ears and their friendly, snuffly, grunty sound.
We left the pigs to their peaceful breakfast and walked the fields the dogs and I. We wandered through previously hard frozen puddles splashing and having fun, although I knew it would make for more cleaning up when I got them home we raced the muddy track and enjoyed ourselves. As we wandered back past the pigs they were strolling out to their outdoor space looking slightly more awake and ready to face the world.