It’s weather like this that makes me happy I don’t have chickens with feathered feet.
Seriously, of all the wacky traits a chicken can have, I don’t know what people were thinking when they bred them for feathers on their legs. Anyone who is ever around chickens for more than a few visits knows chickens get dirty, and they LIKE getting dirty. Luckily, my girls all have nekkid legs, kind of like having built-in wellies.
Mad, wet hens (Pauline, Bonnie and Bloody Bea)
In spring we normally get a bit of flooding. It’s this nasty clay soil we have. What happens of course is the snow melts and then the ground gets saturated so there is nowhere to go but…nowhere. Big puddles everywhere, sitting on the ground.
One look at the calendar sez it ain’t spring, not by a long shot. It’s Tuesday morning and the windows are open because it’s 57* out…and the high yesterday was a record-breaking 64*. We had a rather gorgeous light show from thunderstorms that blew out from tornadoes in Missouri and Illinois, and it brought at least 2″ of rain. Combine that rain and the melted 6″ of snow that’d been on the ground on Saturday, and, well. I wish I had built-in wellies, too.
The warmer weather allowed me, on Sunday, to repair the batting cage. When the snow melted, magically, the batting cage netting, Lazarus-like, rose up off the ground. It did not rise up high enough for me to not garrote myself when I go let them in and out of their coop, though, so something needed to be done. I hate the half-assed nature of the whole chicken run netting, but I tell myself it is temporary, all to be put away in the spring.
And if this wacky weather continues, it’ll be spring a lot sooner than I think. The frogs are even out on the pond.
A casualty: one of 3 dead goldfish. (We’ve got plenty more, though.)