Speedy lives. (and he has some spurs, doesn't he?) He's with Rooster Three in the rafters.
Rooster Three is the one I am worried about now, he is not moving around much and looks miserable.
He's six... he may be coming to the end of his time.
We have one more bitter night, and then a string of decent temps.
That's my gloved hand teasing the ungrateful Fancy, who tries to get me every time I go in the new henhouse.
That's Larry behind him, the lesser of the two Mille Fleur roosters, who is banished to the top of the nestbox and the rafters now that Ferdie has grown up.
He has had some cold damage to his comb.
I switched to the plastic water fountains the last two days because I am out there changing the water frequently, and it is easier to lift them than the heavy metal ones. Do you see Buffy, the Polish hen on the left? See her beak? It had to be trimmed again today, it has now been every three weeks. She is five years old... maybe six... and it is growing like crazy still.
The chickens are clustered here because of the ducks, and I have a major mess.... wet bedding... to clean out once the weather lightens up again... on the coop side.
I can't wait.
I am still getting about ten dozen eggs between the two houses each week, and donating the majority.
I have not gotten any good pictures from the deck cam... the snow is piled high, and no sun and the reflection from the snow prevents good pictures from being registered.
One more cold day!