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I almost lost a whole flock to a single August afternoon. I’d left for work on a morning that was already warm, and by the time I got home the thermometer on the coop read 104. Three of my hens were flat in the dirt under the run, beaks open, wings held away from their … Read more

The first winter I kept chickens, I got almost everything wrong. I stapled plastic sheeting over every gap to block the wind, clipped a heat lamp to the rafters for the worst nights, and felt pretty good about it. Then one morning in January I found my friendliest hen, a Barred Rock named Pidge, with … Read more