I put a heat lamp in the coop during last week’s Nation-wide blizzard and cold snap. It was the same heat lamp that kept them warm as little chicks in the tub in the laundry room. I wonder if they recognized it. “Hey, that warm red glowy thing is back! Hooray! It reminds me of when I was little”. Or maybe, *old codger speaking from a rocker on the porch* “This light reminds me of when I was just a young whippersnapper, fresh out of the egg, and in some infernal tin thing that had a bunch of sawdust in it”.
They appeared to weather the cold and snow without any problems at all. The wind was strong enough, though, that I brushed snow off of the feeder several times over the course of the 2-day maelstrom. You know how I left about 2 inches of wire only right below the roof? I was worried that any heat the chickens generated would escape right out of that gap. That may have happened, but they still were ok. I haven’t unplugged the heat lamp yet, and I am gonna leave it at least through this week – temperatures are forecast below zero later this week. That’s cold for the Kanza Prairie.
Big news! I bought a 1-quart pail to put the pullet-sized crushed oyster shell in for them to ingest in order to aid digestion. For their crop. Which is a body part, not a thing planted then harvested then sold. Even though it’s the same word.
I went out late one night for a final roost check and found a late-laid egg. Frozen. It had blown the end off of the egg. Like those compression eruptions they show on “Ice Road Trucker”. We kept the egg but put it in a bowl rather than with of the rest of the uncracked eggs. Separate but equal. Even though we may never eat that one.
Wierd but true, that little tiny egg from several months ago? Still in the bowl in the fridge – waiting for me to do the “blow out all the gunk and make a beautiful craft project” project. That may never happen, either.
As usual, the girls are serene through all of this. They are complete – just being hens.