- Mar 25, 2009
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I think I need to buy this year's batch biker jackets.
So I'm doing my peeps without a consistent heat source (so no heater, light, etc) this year. Instead they get a hot water bottle before I go to bed, and if conditions warrant, they get another in the morning. Last week, conditions certainly weren't warranting -- still hitting the 90s in the daytime, and not getting below 75 a night.
This week, I was starting to get a little nervous. Predicted lows at 52 (which means, functionally, 48 at home). Well, I started this thing, so let's see it through...
This morning: 49 when I wake up. I go out to the peeps.
They're waiting for me. Standing and looking at me through their little "screen door". Not huddling, not even bothering to be on the side of the water bottle away from the opening. Just looking like "well it's about time you woke up." I open the big door, and the little barred rock meets me with a chest bump (which, I think, in her world, is becoming sort of like a fist bump. "Dude! What up!"), the EE rockets to the ceiling to show me how wonderfully feathered her wings are, and the Gold Star -- who is just generally calmer than the other two -- saunters over to see what's going on. Water bottle is probably at 60 degrees. I replace it and close the door, and they head back to the window to see me off. Not a peep the whole time.
Tough chicks. Much tougher than I think most people give them credit for. It'll be interesting to see how this continues to play out, but from tracking them against my first year's batch (when I took daily pictures through week 4) they seem to be right on track or a little ahead. I imagine if I run into any specific issues (cocci scares the daylights out of me at the moment) I may have to rig a lamp, but for now they're happy as little chickie clams. I'll admit that I'd like to see the temperatures head back to being more seasonable, but I think they're worrying about it less than I am
So I'm doing my peeps without a consistent heat source (so no heater, light, etc) this year. Instead they get a hot water bottle before I go to bed, and if conditions warrant, they get another in the morning. Last week, conditions certainly weren't warranting -- still hitting the 90s in the daytime, and not getting below 75 a night.
This week, I was starting to get a little nervous. Predicted lows at 52 (which means, functionally, 48 at home). Well, I started this thing, so let's see it through...
This morning: 49 when I wake up. I go out to the peeps.
They're waiting for me. Standing and looking at me through their little "screen door". Not huddling, not even bothering to be on the side of the water bottle away from the opening. Just looking like "well it's about time you woke up." I open the big door, and the little barred rock meets me with a chest bump (which, I think, in her world, is becoming sort of like a fist bump. "Dude! What up!"), the EE rockets to the ceiling to show me how wonderfully feathered her wings are, and the Gold Star -- who is just generally calmer than the other two -- saunters over to see what's going on. Water bottle is probably at 60 degrees. I replace it and close the door, and they head back to the window to see me off. Not a peep the whole time.
Tough chicks. Much tougher than I think most people give them credit for. It'll be interesting to see how this continues to play out, but from tracking them against my first year's batch (when I took daily pictures through week 4) they seem to be right on track or a little ahead. I imagine if I run into any specific issues (cocci scares the daylights out of me at the moment) I may have to rig a lamp, but for now they're happy as little chickie clams. I'll admit that I'd like to see the temperatures head back to being more seasonable, but I think they're worrying about it less than I am