As to My Chickens:
This morning I took my phone out with me to capture some of the destruction, but had my hands full of ice water and chickens and just figured i’d Get it over with. Yes, you read that right,
Ice water... I’m thinking mostly due to the wind, but my waterers all iced up, the ground is
slightly frozen, and none of the chickens were impressed at having the nest boxes removed.
The big downside to the tractors is the occasional drafts and tarp damages in high winds, and not enough room for both the feeders and the nest boxes inside. As they are more meant to be 3 season breeding pens, I’m ok with fudging things a little until we get the house up, inspectors gone, and can move onto a woodshed and large, permanent walk in coop/s.
The trailer interior is holding steady at 12 Celsius, about 54 Fahrenheit with the propane heater, but I still expect to run short on propane before the next fill up day (Tuesday). Oddly enough the ridiculous winds seem to have dried things out a lot and I’m not dealing with any humidity issues inside. The barn is at 2C/36F, and I imagine that the true outside temperature is somewhere around 0 to -1C. I let Sammy and the girls out to free range before I noticed the frozen waterers. All the girls favorite drinking puddles (why drink from a nice clean waterer when there’s a nasty mud puddle available?) had dried up as well.
As I was gathering my weapons to attack the tarp situations, I noticed Hoppy was standing on her good leg with her limpy foot held up flamingo style. It was shaking, and she was shivering. It’s now a “barn day” for the rehab girls, and I’m going to see what I can rig up for them light wise to make it a little brighter in there. Hoppy was scooped up after I lured everyone back into the barn with some scratch, and brought into “the big human coop” for a quick once over. There’s nothing visibly wrong with her, so I’m guessing it’s just a case of weather sensitive healed up broken bones. She got a good go at the mealworm tray and was returned to the barn in a somewhat better mood.
I’ll be cooking up some eggs with berry flavored tums for everyone in there a bit later. I had to “borrow” some feed from the farm to get through until we can go to town on Monday (with mom’s pension cheque), so its the lower protein brand they don’t like of layer pellets and about 70% whole wheat berries

. For everyone except the ten chicks, who still have grower crumbles. I told Andrew, if he has to, we can always play the “I’m rehabilitating your Sick chickens, and have been feeding and caring for, on average, 12 of them since March with no compensation, or even eggs” card. Yes, I
bought my hatching eggs off the Farm, for Chickie Hawk’s offspring, as well as feeding and caring for the girls.
I will also be checking up on the 6 Farm chickens when I get down to do a load of laundry and dig up some more potatoes this afternoon as well. They went into a molt and stopped laying, so people have stopped checking on them daily. “Well, there aren’t any eggs to collect (they couldn’t figure out why and thought rats were getting them!) so we don’t really have to check their feed and water”

If they could free range and weren’t trapped in a 4x8’ mud/poop pit I would be a little less worried about them. At least the ground/poop will hopefully be a little more solid now?