I put it off long enough. I spent some time in the garden anyway. Again. Pulling all the green bean plants, and bringing in a handful for Jesse's dog food. Pulling the last cabbage, and bringing in some small-ish cauliflower heads. I pulled 6 foot ragweeds that grew in the carrot row, bringing in a few teeny tiny carrots, so the tops could go to Daughter's pet rabbit.
This bowl of deliciousness went into the freezer for winter. I was so tempted to make a cauliflower/pea frittata, but we just had cauliflower the night before, and our egg supply was minimal.
And I lost a hen. She was a healthy looking, fluffy, newbie. One of my blondes. There was no sign of an injury, so frustrating to see that happen. She was in the coop when I checked for eggs and opened the doors for morning light. I left the coop door shut until it was safe to let them free range (we have a lurking hawk this time of year). Owls are also a threat until mid-morning.
Next think I know, I'm opening the coop and I found her laying under their ladder. I have no clue.
I'll be checking the coop here real soon, as the sunrises, and see if the others are okay. I know it's not the weather. My hens have lived through -22°F windchill with minimal frostbite. It's nice here right now anyway - high 60's.
Lots more to do out in the garden, and so much to clean up in the house yet.
Last night Hubby and I spent evening time in our porch rockers. It' was approaching 5pm or so, and we watched a fox walk out of the field north, and adjacent to us, cross the road and walk through the field heading east. I've never seen a fox that time of day. I did a head count on the hens. All were accounted for.