At night, almost 30 degrees below zero outside! We are lying in our warm beds, thinking about the hens in the hen house. We want to go out and give to them; blankets, pillows, a thermos hot chocolate, knitted socks. As always, it´s easy to transfer your own human feelings to the hens, forgetting that they constantly wear down jackets, tailor-made for cold nights. In the late morning, when temperature slowly has begun to increase, we open for Tuppen, Elvis, Dunet and Sylvia and they jump out in the snow, cackling as usual, looking for breakfast. And in the clutch, an egg is waiting. Newlaid and still all warm.
El Lissitzky (post from Design is history), The hen who wanted a comb
Vintage Primitive Cabin, on Etsy.