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I'm across the river in Frankfort, so I pretty much share your weather. Never got all the way up to 20 yesterday and for the first time ever, found a frozen (busted shell) egg this morning.
And one ear yesterday was full of the distaff member of the household worrying about the ladies in the cold. She found no comfort in the fact that ours, as did yours, rushed right out the pophole to get to their run before the day ever warmed up to 20. I got a little relief from her fretting when it was time for them to go back in. My practice is to turn the light on in the coop about 3pm to draw them in. Once in, close the popdoor and off with the bulb while there's still daylight enough for them to find their way up the roosts. That occasionally involves rounding up a straggler in the yard before closing the coop up.
Going to your comment, I had the presence of mind, after her fussin' all day about it, to have the other half round up the BO (talk about fluffy feathers!) who wasn't getting with the bedtime program. She caught her in the far corner of the run, and I thought to have Dearest wiggle her fingers down into the chicken's feathers. "Try to get close to the skin." She allowed as how she might just hang on a little longer to warm her own fingers back up.
I'm across the river in Frankfort, so I pretty much share your weather. Never got all the way up to 20 yesterday and for the first time ever, found a frozen (busted shell) egg this morning.
And one ear yesterday was full of the distaff member of the household worrying about the ladies in the cold. She found no comfort in the fact that ours, as did yours, rushed right out the pophole to get to their run before the day ever warmed up to 20. I got a little relief from her fretting when it was time for them to go back in. My practice is to turn the light on in the coop about 3pm to draw them in. Once in, close the popdoor and off with the bulb while there's still daylight enough for them to find their way up the roosts. That occasionally involves rounding up a straggler in the yard before closing the coop up.
Going to your comment, I had the presence of mind, after her fussin' all day about it, to have the other half round up the BO (talk about fluffy feathers!) who wasn't getting with the bedtime program. She caught her in the far corner of the run, and I thought to have Dearest wiggle her fingers down into the chicken's feathers. "Try to get close to the skin." She allowed as how she might just hang on a little longer to warm her own fingers back up.
