on Nove 28th I managed to go out and drag my tomato cages out of the garde, strip plants from them and stack them into the back pen of the turkey pen. It felt good. But that really was a good choice of how much to do. Thought about raking up toamtoes and decided to let the hens mull them over. Perhaps I can rake them later.
Today was not cold but it felt frigid with damp low clouds and threaning rain. Noticed my young rooster setting on the roost, his back to the world. That ain't good.