Friday, January 21, 2011
How Much do I Love My Chickens?
Enough to smear Vaseline on their combs so they don't get frostbitten. That's right, I will be out in the coops tonight with my big jar of Vaseline, smooshing a nice thick coat on the combs of any unfortunate chicken with the least bit of "flamboyance" in that area. I have been remiss during earlier periods of bitter cold and there are a few cases of some frostbite around the edges (the roosters are a little worse for wear). While frostbitten combs won't kill a chicken, it's got to be painful and it looks like aitchdoubleell. I just cannot describe how much fun it is to be fumbling around in the dark coop with my headlamp on, up to my wrist in cold Vaseline on one hand, struggling to maneuver tiny chicken heads with the other (it takes times like these to realize just how minuscule chicken brains must be). Yes, I must love my chickens very much.