This was going to be a post about Bisbee (one of my favorite Arizona towns), but with the onset of snow, blogging about the desert seemed all wrong. And I know I’ve been a once a week Wednesday blogger for awhile, but the snow would be old news by Wednesday so this week I’m a Monday blogger. It’s good to shake things up every once in awhile…
I did a bit of Java toe-hair trimming on Sunday so she could run loose and free without getting dragged down by ice balls wedged into her pads. I’ve been putting cloth bags on her feet for about a week to avoid having half the mud and water in the backyard dragged into the house via Java fur.
We’ve used the bags before for skijoring, but Java didn’t want any part of them in the backyard. She would go outside and sit on the back stoop like a kid that no one will play with. She looked utterly mortified and humiliated. I’m sure Java would have gotten over her embarrassment soon enough but I couldn’t stand it. I know how much she loves snow and I wanted to see her enjoy herself.
Latte doesn’t have hairy feet, which is good since she has plenty of other issues. It’s hard to capture a photo of her that isn’t a blur.
I brushed the snow off the chicken coop ramp and raked the snow in the run until it was sufficiently mixed with the dirt and shavings to hide the whiteness. To further coax the chickens out, I put a little chicken scratch down the ramp so they would come out after it.
The first buff only went far enough to reach the food. She was almost completely blocking the coop doorway. Even so, the other buff tried to stick her head out too. I grabbed the one who was the furthest out and set her down on the ground.
She flapped and fussed but headed quickly towards the food and started eating. She soon let out an indignant “Brrraaaccckkk!” and when I looked to see what was wrong, she had her beak open and her eyes were wide. Every time a gust of wind blew snow into her face, she’d look indignant and let out what I’m pretty sure was “What the hell?!” in chicken language.
Steve put a plastic wind shield around the bottom edge of the chicken run but it was windy enough that the snow blew over the top of it.
When one of the Australorps stuck her body part way out the coop door, I grabbed her and set her on the ground too. The other Buff came out on her own and I left the last Australorp to figure it out since she was cowering in the back corner.
I had to repeat the ramp and run wipe-down a couple more times, but the girls seemed to eventually get the hang of the cold-white-stuff, and even went out into the run area that isn’t covered by a roof.
The drop-down door on the bottom of one end of the run is another feature Steve added recently. It makes it much easier for me to get the food and water in and out, especially now that the water font sits on top of a heater that turns on when the temperature drops below freezing.
So we’re all adjusting to winter and prepping for Christmas. I’m hoping that soon there will be snowshoeing and cross country skiing photos to share. It looks like it will be a better winter for snow play this year!