Uh-uh. Ain’t coming out.
We’re having our first cold snap of the season – three nights below freezing. That doesn’t sound much, but we’re ill prepared for it here. This is an ancient, damp house with sputtering central heating.
When I was a novice chicken keeper, I was puzzled to see my chickens hadn’t drunk up their water in three days. That’s when I realized it was frozen solid. Poor things – imagine them pecking at their rock hard water in amazement and distress.
Just a skim of ice on the chicken water today, but it’s cold enough in here that I’ve taken to my electric blanket and I ain’t coming out until he’s got a proper fire in the stove. I am typing this with one exposed finger.
I can hear it’s lit…
November 21, 2024 — 6:46 pm
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