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Cold-hardy chickens

They made it!
Originally uploaded by ladyhildegarde
I didn't know if they were going to live. I wasn't really sure how to deal with an extreme freeze like this one. I thought if it came down to it I would bring their half-frozen little forms into the house and confine them somehow.

Nathan and I took turns replacing their frozen water with liquid water. At some points I saw them eating snow. But on the whole they acted just like they always do. And they continued to provide one egg a day. During the day they would step down and peck in the grass. At night they roosted. And it was ten degrees for three days straight.

It looks as though now that they are protected from predators they will be with me for a long time.

Prince Charming attacks our arms when we feed or water them.

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