Took ice out at noon and gave everyone fresh water again. The cockerels were lying in and around the water pan that they had spilled (they also have an auto waterer; the pan was just for this purpose) and I decided to spray down their pen and all the hanging cages. I was blythly spraying water up, down, around and everywhere, when something stung me. I thought. Then again. And again. The water I was tossing around also hit the underside of the roof. The tin roof. It heated to scalding in an instant and fell back on me! Ouch! No more water on the roof! But everyone got fresh water and ice blocks. Nobody looked distressed, but I said that yesterday at this time, too.
And my foolish hubby decided this would be a good day to go check something downtown. On his bike. These temps, slow city traffic, pavement and a Harley are NOT a good combo. Silly man.
And the sheep must be related to him, because where were they at noon? Out grazing. The black sheep were out grazing.
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