It was actually 3 men on my roof, able representatives of the Nevada City Fire Department, with five more on the ground holding ladders and taking care of all the confusion I created by having a chimney fire this morning.
I have never called the fire department, but when I saw flames up my chimney and my rock wall in front of the fireplace started crackling and popping, I was afraid I’d burn the house down on the coldest day of the year. They pulled up in a few minutes, 3 trucks and men streaming out in all directions, checking out the problem and calming me down. It all turned out fine and gave me a real appreciation for where our tax dollars go.
Sunny day with a bright blue sky against the white snow on the trees. Chickens still hate the snow. Their water was frozen this morning inside the coop, so I’m grateful they weren’t frozen too. Guess those downy feathers do a lot of good keeping them cozy. They won’t budge out of the coop and their small run and I now have a new sense of what the term ‘cooped up’ means and where it came from. They also don’t like to lay eggs when it is too cold–only 3 today.