Margaret and Mary drove up from Victoria today to have lunch with us. Margaret comes regularly, and sometimes brings our friend Mary with her, and we just love their visits. We love the great conversation and easy laughter, we soak up the encouragement and all the "oooohs" and "aaaahs" at our latest construction project, and their visits are always the perfect excuse to lay out a great meal for sharing.
This visit had a secondary purpose: Margaret wanted to collect some eggs. She grew up on a dairy farm in Yorkshire and has fond memories of egg gathering. Yesterday we gave the hens a pep talk to encourage them to produce some especially lovely eggs for her today, and they obliged.
The eggs were lovely, but Hector stole the show, letting himself be picked up by both our visitors for a cuddle and a photo op. Good boy, Hector.
On a completely different note, we had a frosty night here last night, and all day the temperature hovered around freezing. Kim found the strangest frosty-snow-like stuff growing on some pieces of wood in the chicken yard this morning. It looks like hair, or very fine feathers, and it's definitely frost because it melted away to nothing when we touched it.
After marvelling at it and taking some photos this morning we left it on the porch and discovered this afternoon that it had continued to grow all day. Has anyone ever seen this before? And what on earth causes it?
Added note: Kim at Golden Pines is bang on: it's called "frost flowers" and here's what the Guide to Frost says about it: