That last primrose may be a goner.
Note to self: chives still viable for next year. Do not discard.
How are the chickens? Um… I’m not really sure.
I followed chilisweet’s suggestion to, quote, “tarp the hell out of it.” Makes it a little hard to check on them, though.
Today when I walked past to do my laundry next door I nudged the frozen tarp with the toe of my shoe. This set off a brief flurry of startled clucking that made me smile.
Looks like they’re doing alright. I had to climb in there and swap out their water this afternoon, because it had frozen. It was surprisingly cozy under those tarps.
Not cozy: this morning.
I try to look on the positive side. On the positive side, I had no idea how cold my house had gotten until I actually got out of bed this morning.
The art of creating a stack of blankets is much like the art of dressing in layers. And with two purring cats curled up beneath the blankets beside me, the three of us were just toasty warm and ridiculously cozy.
Which is why I was a little startled when I finally crawled out of bed and found that it was 42 degrees… inside. (FYI, that is a little too warm for storing meat and other perishable items.)
And here is me whining about how my house is ‘only’ 69 degrees and I’m so cold but I don’t want to pay a bajillion dollars that I don’t have for my heating bill. So I got a heated mattress pad, and now if the cats would get off it I would be toasty warm.
One word: brrrrrr.
Crikey and I thought we had something to complain about! It’s 32 degrees F. here, and thats cold for this time of year!
OK I am going to chime in and share that just this A.M. I was griping because our house themostat is set for 62*, at night with 2 dogs and a DH under the covers.
Furnace trouble, or are you competing for some IronWoman Medal?
Seriously, Dude(tte), time to start a fire…
Ain’t got no furnace, jess a wood stove. :-/
You’re lucky. You get *proper* winters, that do it right, so you get to wear all your knitted woolies and treasure them. Our winters are barely worthy of the name. We don’t even own overcoats. Mostly I wear my same clothes all year, just with an extra sweater and /or*possibly* a jacket over the top, and tights under.
And a wood-stove, lovely. (Our open fire is the only heating we have here, except for one column heater in the tv room).
It’s going to be 28 here today. That’s Cees, not Effs
*snorts laughing* Showing your tarped hens to my son, and he said “Where does she live – Russia?” (his geography knowledge is …. limited… )
Where *do* you live?
Inside temp. 63F (17C) outside temp. 25F (-4C). ‘Lectric blankey on the bed, puppers on one side and crabby old bastard (the cat!) on the other.
~Bliss~
One thing I will say about these bouts of cold winter weather, they make the pets a lot more snuggly than usual!
Not that we get snow in my part of the woods, but it has been below freezing for the past couple of nights, and I was freaking out about my chicken ladies. So far, they’ve been fine with an extra pile of straw thrown in the Eglu. I’ve also had frozen chicken-water, the fixing of which makes me feel very Pioneer-Like. If it gets any colder, I’ll be tempted to bring them in the house (bad, bad idea), so it is good for me to see chickens doing fine in actual snow.