I expected our chickens' egg production to slow down with winter but they proved me wrong. We've had lots of "bonus days" lately (the Armstrong term for four eggs from our four hens in one day). I've had lots of people ask me about the chickens lately, wondering if I have grown tired of their presence. I actually couldn't be happier with our hen operation. They require very little care and give us delicious eggs in return for our kitchen scraps that would otherwise go to the compost bin. In addition to devouring our scraps they provide excellent fertilizer for the garden.
As I woke, listening for the howl of the wind, I feared the cold weather awaiting me on the ride to work. I heard the furnace cycling on and off constantly throughout the night; a clear indication of the arctic cold temperatures in SLC. I tried my best to keep a positive attitude but knowing what I was about to face always makes me a little anxious and angry. After all, I would take riding in 60 degree weather over single digits any day of the year. So why would I punish myself and make those around me endure my bad mood? Sometimes I wonder.
I do know that pushing myself to ride in such horrendous conditions makes me stronger, tougher and feel great once arriving at the office. Today allowed me to set a new personal record for winter riding, 9 degrees. I was thankful for the lack of wind though I still felt my lungs bleed as I pushed up the last hill to my office. At least the sun is shining bright for the ride home (me thinking positive).