The Bad Egg

Since we don’t want to be required to hose our backyard chickens down twice a day, I borrowed a water mister from my father and set it up inside the run. Now Wanda, Frida and Flo can enjoy cool water while they lay in the dirt under the shade tree.

I’ve already used the mister for one full day (a day that hit 99 degrees Fahrenheit). They seemed much more comfortable and didn’t pant half as much.

Alas, the air condition for the house is still broken.

The Dog and I are thinking about hanging out with the chickens under their mister once 3pm rolls around.