Those are some tough birds. The hoar frost makes it much easier to see the holes and tears in the netting over the chicken run, but it makes me feel guilty about them being out in the cold. Guilty enough that at some point I'm sure they'll get some warm turkey and all the trimmings...and maybe even some pie.
Inside, it's pleasant. We are staying home today...the first time in 4 or 5 years we have eaten Thanksgiving dinner at our table. The turkey is already at 145 degrees, the mashed taters, mashed rutabaga/parsnips, and cranberry sauce are ready, and just need to be heated up. The stuffing is ready to be baked, as are the Rosemary Yeast Rolls with Sea Salt.
Should be a stress free family day...and I hope the rest of you out there are as content as I am.
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