A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
You would think that having lived in Texas most of my life I would expect the weather to be unpredictable. However, winter’s arrival caught me off guard.
Sure, the weatherman predicted a wintery blast, but I don’t always believe the weatherman. He said there was a cold front coming in on Tuesday.
When I got up to swim, it was 65 degrees. By lunch it was in the 40s. I realize that doesn’t sound cold to people who live north of here but for us Texans who put up with 95+ degrees all summer, 40 is COLD.
If you don’t believe me, ask the chickens.
When I went to close them up Wednesday night they had their heads tucked under their wings.
Of course, I didn’t have my phone with me the first night, but I remembered to take it Thursday when more artic air arrived.
It took several tries to get the picture and the poor chicken kept turning its head to see what was happening every time the camera clicked.
When I finally set the flash and got this picture, I decided not to press my luck. After all, I’ve had to deal with a grumpy hen in the past.
What I have to remember is, this is Texas. It is likely to be back up to 80 by the weekend.