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.
Blaze’s recovery continues as twice daily I pack his wattle and earlobe with antibiotic-soaked gauze. Barbie was supervising this particular day. ☺
Brutus & Portia (Seramas) have discovered one another, Portia having hatched a few months later than Brutus.
Brutus standing sentry at the mulch bed the hens have claimed as a dust bathing location.