Screen change

Ultimately, I hope the crossvine will grow up the sides and across the top of the chicken runs, providing shade in the summer (and a whole host of orange blooms). Several times last year I had to redirect trailing vines away from the man made shade sail I put up. Rather than have warring shade makers, this year I put the sun sail inside the run to keep the afternoon blaze off their food dispenser (which is metal and gets hot).

Shade sail fabric hung up inside the run

The hens were not happy at first; having me rustle around their enclosure with a huge scary cloth was not appreciated. To keep the cloth from flapping too much in the wind, and scaring them further, I used cable ties like a stitch to hold the fabric to the poultry wire.

Cable tie pretending to be a stitch

The next afternoon, they were all clustered happily in the shade in front of the coop. Mission accomplished.

Stories of her death…

Uh oh.
Thermometer showing 100 degrees (I don’t think the hygrometer is working)

… are greatly exaggerated. It always makes my heart skip a beat when I see one of my chickens lying boneless in the blazing summer sun. As I approach they always pop up and look at me like I’m the crazy one (and do I happen to have some treats?) Seriously, it is 100 degrees and you are sun bathing?

The chicken is fine, nothing to see here

I don’t understand chickens

The temperature is dropping, the wind is blowing, and the flock is huddled in a feathery ball in the outside run. Huh.

Hens huddled together in the cold

The coop is open, and draft-free, just in case you are wondering. It is their choice to be in this place at this moment. I don’t understand chickens. As a side note, they did have all their heads tucked down, until I so rudely crunched the leaves and rocks trying to take a picture.

Squatters

I’m glad the hardware cloth on the top of the runs is sturdy since the neighborhood cats like to sit on it like fuzzy toadstools. I took the picture with the black cat up and Sophie looking on (I pretty sure she taught them all the trick). My husband took the one of the big white cat, who truly looks like a fungi. The chickens don’t seem to be concerned about fuzzy death from above, but did let out concerned noises when my husband approached. So there we go. The cats have found a place to watch chicken TV without disturbing the inmates.

Black cat on the roof, Sophie on the ground
Cat/Fuzzy toadstool on the chicken runs (photo credit to my husband)

Egg!

And we have an egg! My eldest went out to check the chickens, and they have started laying again after almost 5 months. Phew! I still have powdered egg in the freezer, so the experiment to see if we could last without fresh eggs was successful, but I don’t think we will repeat it next year. I may save some powdered eggs, and I may try glassing some, but I’m not above buying fresh eggs when the hens have their hiatus.

First egg after the hen’s winter break