We have a hard frost today. The fields are glistening in the bright sunshine and the sky is a clear, cold blue. But spring is most definately in the air!
Henry Stephens wrote in 1855:
'As soon as the grass begins to grow in spring, so early will cared-for hens delight to wander into sheltered positions of pasture, in the sunshine, in the warm side of a thorn-hedge, and pick the tender blades, and devour the worms, which the genial air may have warmed into life and activity. With such morsels of spring food, and in pleasant temperature, their combs will begin to redden, and their feathers assume a glossy hue; and even by February they will begin to chant - and this is a sure harbinger of the commencement of the laying season.'
Henry Stephens also wrote:
'A chicken never eats more tenderly than when killed a short time before being dressed.'
--- and I thought he had sounded such a nice chap. Gordon x
Henry Stephens wrote in 1855:
'As soon as the grass begins to grow in spring, so early will cared-for hens delight to wander into sheltered positions of pasture, in the sunshine, in the warm side of a thorn-hedge, and pick the tender blades, and devour the worms, which the genial air may have warmed into life and activity. With such morsels of spring food, and in pleasant temperature, their combs will begin to redden, and their feathers assume a glossy hue; and even by February they will begin to chant - and this is a sure harbinger of the commencement of the laying season.'
Henry Stephens also wrote:
'A chicken never eats more tenderly than when killed a short time before being dressed.'
--- and I thought he had sounded such a nice chap. Gordon x