they'll come home to roost
and if not, there's always the hockey stick treatment
It’s been a few weeks dear reader since the racoon visited our hen house and killed our best layer - Jellybean.
She’s now in a hole next to the tomato plants.
I’m sure by next summer, we’ll be eating some of the nutrients that have come back to the soil from her rotting corpse - as it should be.
Losing a hen created a problem.
No.
It wasn’t an egg issue. We still get plenty - despite the fact they’ve slown down somewhat with the summer’s heat.
No, the issue wasn’t a present day problem but one that would emerge as the nights got longer and the days shorter.
You see, in order to not have to heat our hen house in the winter, we needed the wattage of five hens. Any less than that would require some electricity to keep them warm.
But five hens?
In a very lightly mostly tight coop, they generate enough BTU’s of body heat to survive the winter.
Do they love it?
I dunno. I asked but all the little shit factories did was cluck and bock.
Insulted by their poor English, I haven’t bothered to ask again…
