Winter Frostbite

Due to the Artic Vortex, the past several days could have been life threatening when concerning my chickens.  Temperatures dropped down to -8 below with wind chill factors of -25.  Greg and I were aware that such frigid weather could destroy our chickens.  We already supplied the two coups with heat lamps and plenty of bedding.  Yet, we were aware that heat lamps might not do the job.  Time was of the essence, the Artic Vortex was heading our way.  Unfortunately, I became very ill with bronchitis, so Greg was on his own.  He went to work inside the two coups by adding a thicker layer of bedding.  Fresh water, and a lot of it, is essential in chicken survival, so Greg put heated water bowls inside each coup. He filled the feed containers, then, closed the doors.  He checked on our chickens twice daily.  They were nested down in the bedding or perching on their roost, getting closer to the lights.

Housebound, I was worried about my two roosters, Coop and Stu.  Both roosters have large single combs and large wattles which means that frostbite is an enemy.  Petroleum jelly is to help slow down any frostbite to the combs and wattles.  As ill as I was, I entered the frosty cold with petroleum jelly in hand.  Both roosters didn’t put up a fight, as I gently rubbed the jelly on their combs and wattles.  Stu, my crested cream legbar, already had some frostbite on his comb and wattles.  He might have some permanent damage on the top part of his comb. Only time will tell.  Coop’s comb has a touch of frostbite but his wattles are another story.  I believe he could have some permanent damage.  And, again, only time will tell.  Thankfully, my sixteen hens are all doing quite well.

After several bitter cold days, the Artic Vortex has gone and it is 30 degrees in Cincinnati.  We’re having a heat wave!!  I will give an update on my roosters’ physical conditions at a later date.


Flowers Everywhere

large heirloom zinniaflowersmarigoldsOh, flowers, the colors they hold!  Their collective beauty surrounds me with serenity and delight.  Natural aromas fill the air and travel through my windows wide.  With each year, some return with the sun’s brilliant kiss.  Others are born as May Day moves into Independence Day.

My young father had a ‘green thumb’.  I must have inherited his ‘greenish’.  With every early spring I begin to get ‘itchy’—for the dirt, the seeds, plants, mulch…….By midsummer, my homestead blooms with perennials, annuals, and blooming bushes.  Their beauty demands continuous hard work from me and with the Creator’s cooperation.

Yes, we are currently in November and plant life has gone to sleep.  I just wanted to share a few pictures of such masterpieces.  Once Spring pokes her infant life through Winter’s dying existence, I will blog my various ideas on flower gardens.

Frontyard peonie

Frontyard peonie