I just came in from morning chores. It is that cold, dry kind of morning when the snow is squeaky under your boots, and the sky is a clear, cloudless blue. It’s the kind of morning when the temperature gauge says 6. It’s the kind of morning where the husband makes lots of excuses to stay under the warm blankets, the kids are sitting in front of the space heater eating cereal and the boar won’t come out when I pour his feed in the trough. But my little flock, not minding the cold, was chooking around and peeking out the windows of the coop waiting for me.
I debated for several weeks on whether to heat our coop or not. I had had two egg-bound chickens because of the extremely cold temperatures, but according to several web sites and a couple of articles I had read in Mother Earth News, chickens can withstand very cold temps if given adequate shelter. I changed my mind after an unfortunate incident involving our rooster, Ronald.
My husband suggested a hair dryer, but I did not really want to tangle with a large, frightened roo in our little bathroom. I could just picture feathers flying, spurs wielded, wings flapping…so I came up with the brilliant plan to keep Ron in a large box in the kitchen overnight to thaw.