Morning all! 14-15 here this morning. *Brrrrr!* I think it's more difficult to deal with the cold when the temps swing up and down like they do here in TN.
Hope everyone had a great Christmas weekend! I am trying to stay strong over here and not snap up all the cute birds you all are trying to move out of your pens. When I weaken I just get up and get another cup of coffee . . . by mid-morning I'll be having heart palpitations from all the caffeine, LOL! Some really nice birds out there. I like the look of those blue Brahmas. . . and anything mixed with silkie is just gonna be adorable.
Sorry to hear about the hawk problems out there. Holly, I am devastated to hear about your boy! Oh gee whiz, isn't it always our prized birds when something happens. . . what crappy luck. We are being hunted really hard by the hawks here, too - - had a close call right in the back yard when I had a couple of banties ranging on the patio. One of those little sharp-shinned hawks came whirling right around the pens, just a few feet from the ground. It scared the dickens out of the little birds - - but I guess it's good to keep them on their toes. My little roos are good sky watchers, but when the wild hunters get hungry enough, they will do anything to get to the food.
Rosebud, sorry to hear about your roo's frostbite. Hope he heals up. I worry about that with my roos, too, since their combs/wattles are larger than those of the hens. I just try to keep the coops super dry, and I put up windbreaks on the pens so they can stay out of that freezing wind. Let us know how your boy fares.
Well, we had a good, dysfunctional family Christmas here in MJ - - lots of food, plenty of confusion, and thanks to Crazy Auntie Jen, lots of NOISE, mwa ha ha ha haaaaa! This year it was kazoos and a nice, loud tambourine. The kids love it, and Auntie gets to go to her nice quiet house and escape when she gets tired. Torturing my brothers just never gets old.
The only downside to the holiday was losing my old friend Hobie. Hobie came here from California with me back in 2000, when he was still somewhat young and wild, and he finally succumbed to crippling arthritis a few days before Christmas. He was the best guardian and friend I could have had, and he will be missed. Here he is last fall chewing on a venison bone . . .
Hope everyone is staying warm this morning! At least we have the sun. . .
Hope everyone had a great Christmas weekend! I am trying to stay strong over here and not snap up all the cute birds you all are trying to move out of your pens. When I weaken I just get up and get another cup of coffee . . . by mid-morning I'll be having heart palpitations from all the caffeine, LOL! Some really nice birds out there. I like the look of those blue Brahmas. . . and anything mixed with silkie is just gonna be adorable.
Sorry to hear about the hawk problems out there. Holly, I am devastated to hear about your boy! Oh gee whiz, isn't it always our prized birds when something happens. . . what crappy luck. We are being hunted really hard by the hawks here, too - - had a close call right in the back yard when I had a couple of banties ranging on the patio. One of those little sharp-shinned hawks came whirling right around the pens, just a few feet from the ground. It scared the dickens out of the little birds - - but I guess it's good to keep them on their toes. My little roos are good sky watchers, but when the wild hunters get hungry enough, they will do anything to get to the food.
Rosebud, sorry to hear about your roo's frostbite. Hope he heals up. I worry about that with my roos, too, since their combs/wattles are larger than those of the hens. I just try to keep the coops super dry, and I put up windbreaks on the pens so they can stay out of that freezing wind. Let us know how your boy fares.
Well, we had a good, dysfunctional family Christmas here in MJ - - lots of food, plenty of confusion, and thanks to Crazy Auntie Jen, lots of NOISE, mwa ha ha ha haaaaa! This year it was kazoos and a nice, loud tambourine. The kids love it, and Auntie gets to go to her nice quiet house and escape when she gets tired. Torturing my brothers just never gets old.
The only downside to the holiday was losing my old friend Hobie. Hobie came here from California with me back in 2000, when he was still somewhat young and wild, and he finally succumbed to crippling arthritis a few days before Christmas. He was the best guardian and friend I could have had, and he will be missed. Here he is last fall chewing on a venison bone . . .
Hope everyone is staying warm this morning! At least we have the sun. . .
