The henhouse now has heat. Greg rigged a light bulb in the chicken coop on Friday night. The coop has a cleverly-designed roof that lifts right off, so it's easy to get inside and make modifications.
On Friday night we used a 40-watt bulb, but on Saturday morning, with the paper predicting a stretch of sub-zero temperatures, we broke out the 60-watt bulb.
It was a kick to be able to see the chickens in their little glowing house in the evening. You could see see them settling in for the night, preening their feathers in front of the warmth of the light.
The lighted coop glowed in the dark.
On Saturday night we went to a party; as we were leaving it was starting to snow. When we got home around midnight, there was a magical layer of about an inch of of snow on the ground. The next morning, the henhouse was covered in snow, and there were icicles hanging off the roof. I gave them a big bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.
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