Atlanta has had it bad this year. First the polar vortex. Then the snowstorm that left kids in school buses, stranded on the interstate. And now this. Ice. Pure ice. Not snow, not rain. But freezing rain and ice that has caused my silkie pen gate to "lock" twice now when it has no actual locking mechanism. The latch was just covered in a full inch of pure ice! The chickens thought they would be fine running around in it. So they all got drenched. Because of THAT, I have 24 large fowl birds sitting in my sister's laundry room right now. She's not too happy, but my babies will be okay, and that's all I care about. The temperature doesn't worry me. But them being drenched DID worry me. All fixed now. Well, not really. With ice that has already brought really huge tree limbs crashing down (enough for me to WITNESS three of them myself), Atlanta is dying again. This time though, it's a lack of power. And I have 62 eggs in the incubator! Power issues like this don't normally last a few minutes or hours. They last days. Entire trees fall from the weight of the ice, and already-chilled power lines snap in two. The power flickered most of the day. Now it's really out, and has been for several hours now. I've thrown thick bathroom rugs, sheets, pillow cases, and comforters all on my incubators to hold the heat as long as possible. Those babies are buried in layer upon layer. And now, I only hope the power returns before it is too late. Air circulation is taking a back burner to the warmth, because with no power, the household heat is off too. Several friends have offered to take the 'bators to their place and plug them in. The problem with that is the dangerous icy trek to and from their house. No, we'll stay here and hope for the best. But it certainly isn't going to be easy on my mind!