Dirty, Dirty Birds

The temps are starting to get back into nice, but the nights are still cold. We had a spell of clouds and rain that lulled me into not draining the hoses at night. I just wasn't getting below freezing. It wasn't getting much above freezing either though. Now the clouds have moved out and it's been in the 20's in the morning. Like low 20's. Scott went to go fill the horse's water the other morning and nada. Frozen hose. So it's back to slinging them over the fork in the tree behind the chicken condo and draining the water out. The chickens like it and run behind the hose and peck at the mud left behind the hose as it snakes across the ground.

Speaking of mud and dirt

, I got some dirty birds. One very dirty bird in particular. We've been burning the old dead grass out in the pastures and the chickens have been out pecking and scratching in it. It doesn't show up so much on the colored birds, but Phyllis is just filthy. The Captain has such long legs he didn't get quite so dirty, and Einstein is a splash and you really can't see it so much in his feathers.

Dirty Dirty Bird

The baby chickies have graduated into the whole brooder now. No more tote. They have wing feathers, and little cape feathers coming in on their shoulders.