Bad Case of the Slooooows
Last year, I don't think we hit 100 degrees at all. This week, it's forecast that we'll see 100 several times and 99 and 98 the rest of the time. Here on the banks of Maxwell creek, we get a little less heat than in the concrete-filled towns, thanks to the transpiration of moisture by all the large trees on the property. The critters hold up pretty well, but most activity ceases as they bear up during the worst hours of the day. Here are a few pictures of the furred and feathered kids waiting out the sun, and like me, aching for the long shadows. (Only Dewy enjoys sunbathing.)
In my next post, I'll announce the winner of the book Hen and the Art of Chicken Maintenance.