Quoting Mark Twain, "If you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a few minutes." Temperatures this week ranged from triple digit highs to lows in the 50s, nutty even by New England standards.
My flock ordinarily free-ranges, but with temperatures in triple digits, I kept them confined to the run for because it's cooler than walking around in the sun. The run has everything they need: The Chicken Fountain serving up cold, fresh water, the mister providing 15-20°F lower temps, Grandpa's Feeder for convenient access to food and plenty of cool, sand for dust-bathing.
Scrambled EggPops, which didn't stick around long!
|Penny (Olive Egger) always looks surprised.|
|Brutus & Portia (Seramas) have discovered one another, Portia having hatched a few months later than Brutus.|
|Black Copper Marans masterpiece.|
|Brutus standing sentry at the mulch bed the hens have claimed as a dust bathing location.|
|Partridge Plymouth Rock.|
|Calista Flockheart (Tolbunt Polish Frizzle pullet)|
|Doc Brown (White Crested Black Polish hen). I interrupted her snacking on my lemon balm.|
|An Olympic hopeful in the next winter speed-skating races. (Olive Egger hen)|
|I only found this spider web cool because it was unoccupied.|