That's what I love about it around here. So many people who seem to have that "Do what ya gotta do" attitude.
It's the attitude my Mom always had raising us kids. I always knew she's find a way somehow and do what she had to do to make sure we were taken care of and everything would work out all right somehow. And she always made it happen and never complained because it was just what ya had to do sometimes.
Anyway, so I woke up this morning and looked out my bedroom window to the chicken coop. And there's my EE rooster, Leghorn hen, and Buff Orpington Hen peeking out the window patiently waiting for someone to come down and let them out of the coop.
So happy to report that everybody made it through the coldest night on record since like 2009 just fine. I opened the door and they couldn't get down the ramp and into the run fast enough. Then the EE and Leghorn did the "feedme dance" and clucked at me to hurry up and put the fermented feed down in the darn bowl already. And it's business as usual.
The temp on our back porch said -3 as I headed out the door. The thermometer I have at the back of the coop stuck in one of the vent spaces at roof level read 15 degrees when I opened the door to let everybody out. It's amazing how much heat those little balls of feathers actually produce and put off!
So I guess until we head down to the Farm Show in a few hours it'll just be running out every now and then and making sure everybody's got water and not blocks of ice to drink.