lvie
Songster
Good Morning Chickeners. So nice to be able to sit down to the computer and pull up our thread. Love the chatter.
Sleepy - LOVE those birds of yours. Beautiful and Handsome. Thanks for sharing.
Bogtown - we had brats last night. We always saute onion and green pepper to go on them. This time I sliced a jalapeno to saute also. My DH groaned as he ate his dinner it was so good. The cukes made it all that much better and there was not one slice left. Good idea about the flavored cream on potatoes.
I sat very little yesterday but when I did it was by the big chicken coop and then I sit behind the garage along the river of course. It was hot and humid so I wanted to see how the chicks were doing in the heat. I have enclosed a small area that is from their coop door and out about six feet from their coop, then over about six feet and it uses the garage for shade. There is a fair breeze on most days through this entire coop area as it is between two other buildings. The area outside the coop is black dirt (used to be beautiful plants -LOL) As I sat there they were digging and laying and purring and purring and purring. Not one was panting. Pretty cool.
We waited for the storm, that Ralphie talked about, for a few hours to arrive. All of a sudden the wind whipped up and bam! It poured. It was dark at 7:30. I went out to lock the chickies into their coop around 9:30. When that wind came through it had blown their coop door closed. It had never occurred to me that this would happen. Dah! My chickies were huddled into an area between their coop and the garage about 18" wide soping wet. Poor birds!
I gently picked up each bird (they weren't going to move in the dark) and I gently put each one inside the coop. They were talking! Not too happy with me. Then I watched and finally saw, that because it was dark and they were so wet, they could not get on their roosts. So back into the coop I went and lifted each up to the roost. Then they quieted right down.
They seem none-the-worse for wear this morning. I will be watching - but what should I be watching for? Sneezing. Lethargy.
Sleepy - LOVE those birds of yours. Beautiful and Handsome. Thanks for sharing.
Bogtown - we had brats last night. We always saute onion and green pepper to go on them. This time I sliced a jalapeno to saute also. My DH groaned as he ate his dinner it was so good. The cukes made it all that much better and there was not one slice left. Good idea about the flavored cream on potatoes.
I sat very little yesterday but when I did it was by the big chicken coop and then I sit behind the garage along the river of course. It was hot and humid so I wanted to see how the chicks were doing in the heat. I have enclosed a small area that is from their coop door and out about six feet from their coop, then over about six feet and it uses the garage for shade. There is a fair breeze on most days through this entire coop area as it is between two other buildings. The area outside the coop is black dirt (used to be beautiful plants -LOL) As I sat there they were digging and laying and purring and purring and purring. Not one was panting. Pretty cool.
We waited for the storm, that Ralphie talked about, for a few hours to arrive. All of a sudden the wind whipped up and bam! It poured. It was dark at 7:30. I went out to lock the chickies into their coop around 9:30. When that wind came through it had blown their coop door closed. It had never occurred to me that this would happen. Dah! My chickies were huddled into an area between their coop and the garage about 18" wide soping wet. Poor birds!
I gently picked up each bird (they weren't going to move in the dark) and I gently put each one inside the coop. They were talking! Not too happy with me. Then I watched and finally saw, that because it was dark and they were so wet, they could not get on their roosts. So back into the coop I went and lifted each up to the roost. Then they quieted right down.
They seem none-the-worse for wear this morning. I will be watching - but what should I be watching for? Sneezing. Lethargy.