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Hopefully you are keeping yourselves and your flock cool enough? That is a temp I don't like to see. We don't get above 100 very often around here.
Our Heat index will be 110*+.
Do Washingtonians deal with Heat Indexes?
We stay pretty much inside. I can't get the birds to lay next to the frozen 2 liter bottles so I have been putting a frozen 2 liter bottle in their waterier. I use a 5 gallon bucket with nipples on the bottom.
Mostly we deal with a looming sense of disaster and wet shoes.
And slugs, my goodness gracious gosh golleroony.
I've been dealing with cattle all morning- they started making a racket about five minutes after my alarm went off. The biggest difference between cattle and chickens is that while with chickens you worry about what's doing damage to them, with cattle it's primarily a matter of what they're doing damage to. They weren't out; I made it outside barefoot and in my nightgown and bifocals to assure myself of that but from that point on I had to go through my launch sequence (BG test was too low to get dressed and go outside) while listening to the dimbulbs. And it was a matter of cows being stupid: the biggest and stupidest had gotten herself locked in the corral with four other cow's calves, so that ten head altogether were doing the late-for-breakfast call at the top of their lungs. A best case scenario, in other words, except for the fact that I'm too darn tired to see straight and have not, in fact, done anything useful yet.
I wish the heck we could move the corral to some part of the place where I could see it from the house; it's at the lowest point on the property, and even if I didn't have a pine-tree noise break between me and the road I wouldn't be able to see it without walking a ways, but as it is I have to go most of the way down the driveway to get any idea of what's going on. Of course the whole place is more or less like that: for somewhere that looks flat and treeless, there are hollows in every quarter where the whole herd and lie down and disappear.
Now add to that 60F, raining, and shoulder-high grass that's acting like a giant sponge, and you have my morning.
Hopefully you are keeping yourselves and your flock cool enough? That is a temp I don't like to see. We don't get above 100 very often around here.
Our Heat index will be 110*+.
Do Washingtonians deal with Heat Indexes?
We stay pretty much inside. I can't get the birds to lay next to the frozen 2 liter bottles so I have been putting a frozen 2 liter bottle in their waterier. I use a 5 gallon bucket with nipples on the bottom.
Mostly we deal with a looming sense of disaster and wet shoes.
And slugs, my goodness gracious gosh golleroony.
I've been dealing with cattle all morning- they started making a racket about five minutes after my alarm went off. The biggest difference between cattle and chickens is that while with chickens you worry about what's doing damage to them, with cattle it's primarily a matter of what they're doing damage to. They weren't out; I made it outside barefoot and in my nightgown and bifocals to assure myself of that but from that point on I had to go through my launch sequence (BG test was too low to get dressed and go outside) while listening to the dimbulbs. And it was a matter of cows being stupid: the biggest and stupidest had gotten herself locked in the corral with four other cow's calves, so that ten head altogether were doing the late-for-breakfast call at the top of their lungs. A best case scenario, in other words, except for the fact that I'm too darn tired to see straight and have not, in fact, done anything useful yet.
I wish the heck we could move the corral to some part of the place where I could see it from the house; it's at the lowest point on the property, and even if I didn't have a pine-tree noise break between me and the road I wouldn't be able to see it without walking a ways, but as it is I have to go most of the way down the driveway to get any idea of what's going on. Of course the whole place is more or less like that: for somewhere that looks flat and treeless, there are hollows in every quarter where the whole herd and lie down and disappear.
Now add to that 60F, raining, and shoulder-high grass that's acting like a giant sponge, and you have my morning.
