burning that midnig...err, eight pm, oil

either our hoop house is about to take off, and return back to its home planet, or everything is totally fine, and the chicks are all good.

in perfect formation, a few foot wide circle beneath the lights, sleeping soundly.  it's dropping down to freezing tonight--thirty two--so working late planting beets turned out to be a hidden blessing as i was given the easy chance to check the birds well after dark.  had they been piled up on top of each other, reaching for the lamps, i would have known they were too cold.  scattered far and wide, too hot.  wide circle--that's the money spot.