Feelin' HOT HOT HOT

Baby, it's hot out there!

While working in the garden one evening,

I noticed several of the chickens were holding their wings away from there body

and "panting".

Having read this was a sign they were getting over heated,

I grabbed a bucket and filled it with cool water.

Then one by one I stuck them in the bucket of water.

None of them were happy about being grabbed, 

but they all seemed to appreciate the cooling affect of the water.

My Jersey Giant Lenore 

.(formerly one of the Heckle and Jeckle pair but since I lost the other JG,

there was no longer a pair, 

so she's named for the woman in the Edgar Allen Poe poem The Raven)

anyway, Lenore wasn't quick to get out the water. 

She stayed in the bucket for a couple of minutes while I splashed water over her back.

Afterwards, they all seemed much happier and began scratching and exploring the grass

in the temporary run.

So remember, when it's hot outside, keep an eye on your chickens

and keep a bucket handy in case they start showing signs of being overheated!

Chickens at Sunset

Life is full of worries right now.

So after I waged battle against the squash bugs in the veggie jungle garden,

I laid down in the grass and watched the chickens.

Chickens are funny 

and that makes them a stress reliever.

Watching a small poodle chicken run carrying a tomato bigger than her upper body

to keep it away from the crazy "crack chicken"

is a good way to end a crappy day.

Because for a little while,

you don't have to think about money, funerals or where you might end up living.

 You just have to sit and watch chickens exploring in the sunset.

Recovered

Thankfully

Yeti kicked the cold or whatever she had

in the butt.

Her eyes are clear and bright,

and I moved her back into the coop.

Good thing since she's my new favorite.

Love her feet,

they remind me of E.T.

Poodle of the Chicken World

I can't get enough of my new silkie Yeti

and really hope that she is truly on the mend.

She's like one of those frou-frou dogs the celebreties carry around in those designer

dog carrying bags.

Maybe I should get a chicken diaper and one of those dogs bags

and carry my silkie around.

I'm kidding.

Mostly.