The new Chicks are like having a new baby in the house!

I had forgotten what it was like to have baby chicks in the house, the lack of sleep.  The new chicks seem to be fine until the small hours, and then when the temperature drops they cheep incessantly. I check the thermometer on my bedside, and decide whether to get up or not.  Last night I got up no less than 5 times to adjust the height of the lamp, and the temperature persisted in being too low.  By this morning though it did start to rise, and they become calmer.

This morning the plan was to sleep in a little, but then my cat Freyja was insisting on breakfast, I desperately tried to ignore her, closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep: Freyja put her nose on one of my eye lids, as if to say 'I know you are not asleep'.  This is Freya:

And this is Loki:

They have survived a move to France, and then a move to Nova Scotia, via Toronto, as did Oliver.

So what did I do, I got up and fed Freyja and her sister Loki, and then I was up, with no hope of getting back to sleep even if I did go back to bed.

On the crafting side I have made more of the celtic knotwork necklaces, and several friendship bands. Oh and I found a pattern for wristlets, and have made a few pairs of them. On the latter, it may be the wrong time of year to be making such things, as who will purchase wrist warmers when Spring is here.

It is sunny here, and have for the first time in days left the pop hole of the Chicken house open for the grown up hens and rooster.  I think that is the hardest part with living in Nova Scotia, we can deal with the snow and the cold, but we can still go out, but for the chickens they were inside for so many months, with the snow outside two feet and more deep. I had dug a path down to the house which was more like a trench from the war, so the chickens had no chance of getting outside. I feel for them having been inside for so long, and almost forgetting what it is like to go outside again.

And look at what the right type of snow does to my dog Oliver, he is a snowball magnet :-)

I came across a photo of something I made in early February: A French Press Cozy -

I adore coffee from a Cafetière (which is what we call one of these - both in England and in France), but we found that by the time we finished the coffee, the last of it was not not enough, hence the making of the Cozy.   The Coffee remains hot to the very last.

I realise that it would be remiss of me not to include a photo of Branwen our Siberian Husky, who only travelled from Antigonish to get to us, and simply adores the snow, and would sleep outside in winter, but has now got used to sleeping inside on our bed if there is room for her.

And this is the usual winter view of Branwen: