The only thing I know for sure is that spring is coming. Regardless of how much snow is in my yard and continues to fall on it, spring is coming. Regardless of how much winter unpacks and makes itself at home, it's not staying.
The other day the sun was shining, but not in that freeze your eyeballs open kind of way, typical during winter in these parts, but in the wrap you in a warm blanket kind of way. For one day the temperature rose above freezing and we caught a glimpse of spring. For one day you could even smell it.
So despite the coop being buried under snow, I celebrated the day the best way I could.
I ordered my chickens.