Stupid heat wave. Right now I've got 5 chickens inside who weren't taking the heat well at all. The rest are making do with the sprinkler running all day, sitting in the cool mud under the bushes. Our oldest hen, Chicken Sister, may not make it--she's an old, old lady and her time is nearing, I think. She's been sitting under J.'s desk all day.
is my spiffy electronic indoor/outdoor thermometer that J. got me for
Christmas. Today it's reading some numbers I'd rather not see...at just
before 4PM, AFTER the hottest part of the day, it's 105 degrees.
That's DOWN from what it was, 106.5. Not much better inside, where it's
bearing out what J. always says--the best you can hope for is a 20
degree split: it's 87 degrees in here.
The humidity, not to be
outdone, SUCKS as well--29% outside, 38% inside. This morning it was
raining nice, hot rain. Gross. This is California, and we're not set
up for that. Earthquakes yes, sticky disgusting humidity no.
I love the little man in his swim trunks. He ought to be screaming and melting.