There is a lot of moisture in the air. As a matter of fact, the fog was rather thick, and the air quite crisp, resulting in a thick coating of hoar frost on everything. I marvel at the intricate patterns of the frost laid down on the every day things not usually beautiful, but when frosted with glistening ice crystals layered upon layer; it is breathtaking.
The little goat kid, Sherry, was so cute in her house with the big Flemish Giant rabbit, Peter and now, two mates, the Silver Spangled Hamburg Hen and the injured little Japanese Bantam rooster. I am not sure what happened to him. Being a bit of the under dog in the coop, I think he spent one too many nights outside, afraid to go in, and froze a part of his foot. He is limping. I really love the Japanese Bantams. They are gentle little creatures, but not to be mixed with a coop of larger chickens. They had a cage in the coop, separate but still inside. I felt so sorry for them being caged while all the rest were free that I tended to leave the door open. The big chickens went in the cage and chased the little ones out. Then they took up residence under the coop with the late hatch of chicks. The Japanese bantam hens were never seen again. Either they succumbed to the frigid temperatures, or a raven or hawk found them too tempting. The chicken fence is the only one that the dogs cannot jump into.
The day ended up with the sun burning through the fog, further illuminating the thick frost that covered everything. Simply stunning!