"Hot town, summer in the city, back of my neck getting dirt and gritty. Been down, isn't it a pity, doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city."The year that I was born, 1966, Lovin' Spoonful hit #1 on the charts with that summer-related song. We are feeling the oppressive heat and so are our animals. Prior to butchering our meat birds, we actually lost a few due to the heat. Those birds are so big and heavy that the heat is unbearable. As far as the laying hens, they stay in the shade in the barn during the heat of the day. When they venture out to scratch, they hold their wings out a tad. I guess having all those feathers makes them hot. I tried to get a picture of the way they hold their wings to show you, but by the time I got home from work at 6:30, they weren't quite as hot.
Due to the excessive heat, egg production has plummeted. In the Spring, we were picking up over 3 dozen a day. This month so far, we had a low day of only 14 eggs and a high day of 24 eggs.
C'mon girls. Lay! |
During these scalding summer days, I make sure they have plenty of fresh water to drink, plenty of shade and will throw them weeds and grass from the garden to snack on just to make the old girls happy. After we finished a big watermelon, we threw the entire watermelon rind for them to eat. They seemed to really enjoy it and ate it down to the skin!
Freshly pulled weeds for the birds |
She's not a little red hen, but this picture begs to be captioned, "Who will help me make this flour into bread?" |
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