I took some liberties and changed a few thing when I made these last. I cut the crusts off and cut the square into triangles. Not having chickens myself, I wasn't wild about all the scraps the rounds left, although they make delightful croutons.
By this time of year the garden has been weeded for the last time, cleared of dried stems and brown leaves, and compost spread upon the beds. The ground will soon be frozen, and the long shadows that shield the frost on the grass for much of the day, arrive late and depart early. In between it is dark, for winter is here.