Thursday, June 21, 2012
Summer in the City
Which leads me to this: it is easier to keep a chicken warm than cool. Temps hit 100 today, without a whole lot of warning. It was hot yesterday, but the girls coped okay. They were both panting, but apparently chickens pant. Go figure.
This a.m, I put ice in the chickens' water and set up shade around the coop. It wasn't enough. When I got home, Bonnie was fine (still panting), but Gilda was down. She's been acting a little funky lately, not laying a lot, so I think there may have been more to her demise than just the heat.
I'm sorry she's dead, and I'll miss her pretty blue eggs, but the main thing I'm upset about is that Bonnie is an only chicken, and it's not good for them to fly solo. So I need to find a friend for her. There's enough illegal poultry in my neighborhood to make Frank Perdue turn over in his grave, I'm hoping I can find someone who's willing to give up a laying hen to the cause.
I am kind of surprised. When I got them, I liked them but some part of me never warmed up to them as pets. Which, given the circumstances, is a good thing. As I've expanded the backyard garden into something resembling the backyard farm, and added the chickens, my library has expanded beyond fiction and sewing books. I don't remember where I read it, but this line came back to me tonight as I lifted Gilda out of the coop, wrapped her in plastic and disposed of her.
"When you have livestock, you're eventually going to have deadstock." It's not harsh, it's just the reality of the situation.
And I need another chicken.
And have I ever mentioned I'd like to get goats? How would I conceal those in a 20x20 yard?