Even though the pear tree is in bloom..
..and the grape hyacinths are up..
..it's still really cold here.
And, never, ever, in my wildest dreams, did I see the events of last night coming my way.
The power went off.
Normally, no big deal, till you have five baby chicks who are one week old and have to maintain a 95 degree temperature or..well, chicksicles.
It was around 4am - I didn't know what to do.
I was in full panic.
Then, it hit me.
I picked them all up, and they were pretty cold. Not moving much at all.
I took them upstairs in the laundry hamper, put on my housecoat, tucked each one inside against my belly, and then played statue for three hours.
They were sprawled out, happy, and they were warm.
Of course, I had a shoot to shop for today, and felt like I'd been hit by a truck - looked like it too.
When people asked what was up with me today, I simply said I had five chickens in my housecoat all night and didn't get a wink of sleep!
What would you have done?
