I am officially tired of the snow and especially the cold. It was still -5 in Tulsa this morning (-11 wind chill) when I went out to open the coop and give fresh water and some scratch to the ladies. The latch on the coop was frozen, so I set the bucket of water and can of scratch down in the snow and hiked back to the garage to get the Prestone stuff to spray on it on the metal. I got the snow shovel while I was there to shovel snow away from the run gate. When I got back to the coop the water bucket had already begun to freeze. I sprayed the latch, then while I waited for it to penetrate I went back to the garage and got the last three flakes of alfalfa...my girls are too spoiled to come outside unless there is something suitable to walk on covering the snow or mud. By now Titus the WonderPup was tired of following me and was whining by the back door to be let back into the house, so I obliged him.
I got the coop open and checked on everyone - Rhoda the RIR with the crooked comb (her chick pic is my avatar) has been fluffed up on the high roost for the past two days, but she coo'ed when I petted her and I didn't see anything out of order with her, so I let her be. I poured out the old water and poured in the fresh, then tumped the can of scratch on its side so the ladies can get some if they want it. All three nest boxes were occupied, and I reached under Zelda the Brown Leghorn and Wynona the RIR to get eggs. Bonnet, one of the Blue Marans I got from Poco Pollo, stood up to show me she didn' have any eggs under her yet.
I went back outside the coop and tramped around to the run gate. I shoveled snow away from the bottom - just enough to get it open and allow me room to slip inside. I started shaking the alfalfa leaves to cover the snow outside the pop door, and soon the two BRs, Bertie and Gertie, came out to see what was going on. Mabelle the Buff Orpington came with them, and Muddle the Cuckoo Marans came out. Edith and Agnes, the Black Australorps, had crowded out by the time I started spreading the last flake. By the time I left the run they had all gone back inside - too cold.
I was glad to be done with the chicken chores. My face was cold and my fingers hurt. I went inside and took off my boots and hung up my coat. My lungs hurt from the temperature change and I really just wanted to sit down, but the dog and cat wanted to be fed and I needed to keep going with my routine and not be such a big baby. So I filled the coffee maker with water and put a filter in. I got out the coffee can and opened it, but my fingers were not working well and I dropped the open coffee can on the floor. Ground coffee spilled everywhere. I looked at the pile of coffee on the floor for a second, trying to judge if I could scoop enough up to make a pot. I decided yes.
The thing that upset me the most is the fact that I now really would have to sweep and vacuum the kitchen. I hate vacuuming more than any other chore, except maybe weedeating. So I got the vacuum out and cleaned up, then I sat down and called Jack. When he answered I said "I'm done. It's too cold, my fingers hurt, I can't breathe, and I had to vacuum." His response was the one short, sweet encouraging line I hear so often from him when I complain.
"You're not going to make it."