Oh, the chickens!

They’re weathering the icy cold just fine.

Hubbins did a little more insulating on the run so the heat would stay in better, and now it’s maintaining a 29-32 degree temp 24 hours. I’m going to make them some more oatmeal this morning to warm their tummies before they go out to play. I feel kind of silly for worrying about them so much. Yesterday, I read something about a woman who had one of her hens run off during a blizzard. She found the bird in a snowbank the next day, feet up, frozen – brought her inside, thawed her out, and the chicken is just fine now.

Strange, wonderful birds.

“The only animal you can eat after it dies AND before it’s born”

I read that on a tee-shirt somewhere.


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