Eighty-seven degrees today, and climbing to 95º on Sunday. This afternoon I was out in the sun, long pants tucked into rubber boots, feeding the chickens, changing their water, and moving the "broodies" off everyone's eggs: five under one, nine under the other. One was unreachable to lift, so I had to use a hoe to gently pull her off. Sweaty work.
Since I whined so much about the unseasonably chilly spring, I thought it only fair to whine about the heat.
Eminently fair.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm scheduled to whine about the heat tomorrow.
I'm whining about it right now...
ReplyDeleteI love this whine. And broodies.
ReplyDeleteAll those eggs. What are you cooking with them?
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I spent all last summer whining about the heat. I hate being too hot. So you have my sympathies.
They're my daughter-in-law's chickens (I'm just chicken-sitting), and she has a big family. I take as many as I want, and I give a dozen here and there to friends. I thought briefly about setting up a little stand, but we live in farm country, and I suspect most people who travel our dirt road have their own chickens.
ReplyDeleteFarm-fresh eggs! I dream about having chickens.
ReplyDeleteAlso -- yes the heat! My attic, where I work during the day. has an old loud air conditioner. I only use it when I absolutely have to, preferring to sweat in silence.
DeleteI can't imagine working in attic heat. If I have a need to go up to mine I do it first thing in the morning. After that, it's a freakin' oven. Downstairs, my newer A/C is louder than the old one was. Go figure.
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