Friday, February 16, 2018
Pfffffffffffffft!
I go outside in the morning to take care of my flock (the slackers/I had to buy eggs). I bring a pitcher of warm well water. I break up the ice in the chicken bowl and refill it. If I happen to bring the plastic bag of dried meal worms the Americauna chickens (usually Half-Pint) will come outside for a drink and a snack. If not they ignore me and stay inside the coop. By this time of year I don't have to use the headlamp or the flashlight to do my chores. But it is still cold out. I refill the bowl. If there is any water left I toss the extra fluid into the air. Some of the liquid falls on the snow. Some of the liquid disappears into the cold, dry air making a sound like Pfffffffffffffffffft!
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