Still cold. Do you see Daisy’s breath?
I look forward to our morning walk.
And now for something not so pretty. The arctic storm has left its mark on some of the chickens. The poor old barn chooks especially the white Leghorns have frostbite on their combs. It is cold now, but it has been evil cold these last few days.
Their combs and wattles have gone creamy and puffy, and then darker by the day. The areas will blacken and then fall off.(One of the roosters has a completely black comb already) These girls will always bear the scars of the Storm of 2014.
They have heat lamps but as you know in the night time they roosted above the lights, keeping their feet warm, but their heads were exposed. I have very tingly stingy toes myself from the cold, my feet got the worst of it, and a thumping headache which should get better today as the air warms up, so I think they will all have the same feeling in their heads and will hopefully improve as we drift back up to freezing point. They will need some extra TLC though.
We also need to watch for infection so I will try and catch all the afflicted girls over the next few nights and pop them into the warmer chook house, then I can keep a better eye on them.
It seems to me that geese don’t just fly South For the winter they fly South ALL winter.
It was a little warmer again yesterday so the tractor started on the first try and John was able to merrily scoop snow and dump it in untidy piles in out of the way places. Happiness filled.
Have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy.