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7. A lucky hen. Okay, so this picture doesn't really show why she's lucky, but she really is.
This is Pace.
On the evening of the 6th, I came out in the 105+ degree weather to find her collapsed in the run. She could not stand up. My mom and I gave her a cool bath and stayed with her a little while. She was still woozy, but ale to keep on her feet at that point. I saw her preening a little later, and then she found her way back to the coop. She was still off-balance, though, and I had to help her get to the perch. I didn't think she was going to make it through the night.
The next morning, she was still walking like her legs were made of jelly, but she was okay. I put in a major effort to keep the hens going on that last 110 degree day. I was surprised that by yesterday, she had made a full recovery and was enjoying the slightly cooler 88 degree day. And that's why Pace is a lucky hen.
One of the ways I kept the hens going on that last hot day was to give them 42. a cool summer snack. There is nothing cooler or more summery than chilled watermelon!!
The Guineas got 71. a Guinea treat, too. ...Well, at first it didn't seem so, though.
I came out a little later and found a few small chunks taken out of their slice of watermelon. A little later after that, there wasn't a trace of it left--not even the rind!
If ever there is a time that there aren't 81. hens in the woods, it is a surprising time indeed. On the day I took these pictures, the hens happened to be Debra Jo and Cricket.
At first, Debra Jo was alone.
Finally, she was joined by Cricket as she browsed the selection of pickings.
And finally... Drumroll, please!
I think we may have a winner for 99. the stinkiest stink-eye. Ready...? Brace yourself...
It's....
WYNNE!
This is Pace.

On the evening of the 6th, I came out in the 105+ degree weather to find her collapsed in the run. She could not stand up. My mom and I gave her a cool bath and stayed with her a little while. She was still woozy, but ale to keep on her feet at that point. I saw her preening a little later, and then she found her way back to the coop. She was still off-balance, though, and I had to help her get to the perch. I didn't think she was going to make it through the night.
The next morning, she was still walking like her legs were made of jelly, but she was okay. I put in a major effort to keep the hens going on that last 110 degree day. I was surprised that by yesterday, she had made a full recovery and was enjoying the slightly cooler 88 degree day. And that's why Pace is a lucky hen.

One of the ways I kept the hens going on that last hot day was to give them 42. a cool summer snack. There is nothing cooler or more summery than chilled watermelon!!

The Guineas got 71. a Guinea treat, too. ...Well, at first it didn't seem so, though.

I came out a little later and found a few small chunks taken out of their slice of watermelon. A little later after that, there wasn't a trace of it left--not even the rind!
If ever there is a time that there aren't 81. hens in the woods, it is a surprising time indeed. On the day I took these pictures, the hens happened to be Debra Jo and Cricket.
At first, Debra Jo was alone.


Finally, she was joined by Cricket as she browsed the selection of pickings.

And finally... Drumroll, please!
I think we may have a winner for 99. the stinkiest stink-eye. Ready...? Brace yourself...
It's....
WYNNE!
