Hot mash and a White Christmas

This is the view early this morning, taken from the shed doorway, about half way down the garden. There is frozen snow on the chicken-run weldmesh and inside the run, it's quite dark as there's about 2" of snow on the clear corrugated roofing. However, snow is a good insulator!

Inside the run, there's much less snow - only the fine scattering that blew in last night. After collecting the eggs, changing the water (which had an inch of ice on) and cleaning out the house, I returned with a bowl of hot mash made from layers' pellets, a few raisins, some tinned sweetcorn, a scattering of mealworms and a sprinkling of poultry spice. This has become a regular thing these very cold mornings to the extent that they now look disparagingly upon the cabbage and make little whinging, moaning noises till the good stuff turns up! We'll have to wean them off that when the weather warms up - they'll just have to whinge and moan!