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Thanks, SarahJane, but I'm a weakling and a wimp, and the thought of holding my boy upside down like that is just terrifying to me. I'd never be able to manage it. I would freak out and think he was dying. And with my luck, something would go wrong, a freak accident, and I'd kill him while trying to help him. I just know it. And I can't talk anyone else around here into doing it for me, either.
So I made the decision to leave the poop alone and just try for as much warmth as possible with the snow insulation in front of the door, in hopes that sleeping on their poop a few nights won't kill them. I couldn't smell an ammonia odor, so that's good. It's still not very warm in there, but better than nothing.
I wish I could help my boy with Vaseline, but I just know it would end in disaster. I am a Fraidy Cat. And he knows it. I do wonder whether he might have a heart problem, because his comb was light purple near the back all summer. I tend to think that is because his comb is so huge (he's half white leghorn, and I'm not sure what his other half is-- perhaps Buff Orpington, or perhaps Aracauna). It is probably hard for the roosters with large combs like that to get good circulation.
I also wondered, whether, if he has poor circulation in his comb, the heat lamp might burn him, and he wouldn't feel it until it was too late? Lots of issues to consider here.
I hate this cold weather. It sure makes me a nervous wreck, worrying about the chickens! One good thing, though. It's harder for the rooster to attack me. He thinks about it, but he's a Prissy Boy who hates getting his feet cold on the snow. :>) So he tends to keep his distance, and I can put warm water in the waterer and go a lot nearer him than I can in the summer, if I take a careful path through heavy snow, which he won't navigate. It's nice not having to have a fence between me and my pretty boy. In the good weather, there must be a barricade, or he'll get me. Oh, he thinks about it these cold days, but it's not worth the effort to him. HAHA. And I always wear heavy gloves, just in case he decides to try to crane his neck and get at me that way.
Poor Baby. I love him, but he's a Brat.
So I made the decision to leave the poop alone and just try for as much warmth as possible with the snow insulation in front of the door, in hopes that sleeping on their poop a few nights won't kill them. I couldn't smell an ammonia odor, so that's good. It's still not very warm in there, but better than nothing.
I wish I could help my boy with Vaseline, but I just know it would end in disaster. I am a Fraidy Cat. And he knows it. I do wonder whether he might have a heart problem, because his comb was light purple near the back all summer. I tend to think that is because his comb is so huge (he's half white leghorn, and I'm not sure what his other half is-- perhaps Buff Orpington, or perhaps Aracauna). It is probably hard for the roosters with large combs like that to get good circulation.
I also wondered, whether, if he has poor circulation in his comb, the heat lamp might burn him, and he wouldn't feel it until it was too late? Lots of issues to consider here.
I hate this cold weather. It sure makes me a nervous wreck, worrying about the chickens! One good thing, though. It's harder for the rooster to attack me. He thinks about it, but he's a Prissy Boy who hates getting his feet cold on the snow. :>) So he tends to keep his distance, and I can put warm water in the waterer and go a lot nearer him than I can in the summer, if I take a careful path through heavy snow, which he won't navigate. It's nice not having to have a fence between me and my pretty boy. In the good weather, there must be a barricade, or he'll get me. Oh, he thinks about it these cold days, but it's not worth the effort to him. HAHA. And I always wear heavy gloves, just in case he decides to try to crane his neck and get at me that way.
Poor Baby. I love him, but he's a Brat.