Today a valuable and scary lesson learned: Chickens need water.
Of course I already knew this, this wildly important tid bit essential to all life forms. I did not, however, expect my chickens to give me a clue to their survival.
The chicken's food and water supply is checked daily...until this morning. Last night the supply was fine. Water. Check. Food. Check. This morning an unusually early appointment had me out the door and on the road. A rushed coop/run check from my kitchen window and I was gone. Admittedly and ashamedly I only did a head count.
Tonight the ladies were their usual "happy to free range" selves as I set them free from their run, though I found something odd. Two of my ladies had seriously discolored Combs. An unusual sight but something to Google later.
Time for the supply check. Food, check. Water...the water container is empty. Bone dry empty! As I walk with the container over to the faucet I have a convoy of feathered friends in tow. Barely do I get the faucet going and the water container filled and all the ladies are having a good LONG drink.
Not long after their bellying up to the water cooler the Comb coloring has returned to normal. There is a sign I never want to see again. There will always be time made fore the ladies.
Of course I already knew this, this wildly important tid bit essential to all life forms. I did not, however, expect my chickens to give me a clue to their survival.
The chicken's food and water supply is checked daily...until this morning. Last night the supply was fine. Water. Check. Food. Check. This morning an unusually early appointment had me out the door and on the road. A rushed coop/run check from my kitchen window and I was gone. Admittedly and ashamedly I only did a head count.
Tonight the ladies were their usual "happy to free range" selves as I set them free from their run, though I found something odd. Two of my ladies had seriously discolored Combs. An unusual sight but something to Google later.
Time for the supply check. Food, check. Water...the water container is empty. Bone dry empty! As I walk with the container over to the faucet I have a convoy of feathered friends in tow. Barely do I get the faucet going and the water container filled and all the ladies are having a good LONG drink.
Not long after their bellying up to the water cooler the Comb coloring has returned to normal. There is a sign I never want to see again. There will always be time made fore the ladies.
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