Friday, September 24, 2021

September 24th

It's fall!
Finally!
The thing is, it's hard to tell the change of seasons
in this neck of the woods.
There's no typical falling of autumn leaves
like the pictures show for northern climes.
There is a "tell" for us, though.
The bald cypress leaves go from dark green
to a beautiful rust color before falling.
The color is beautiful, but the mess
they make certainly isn't.
But, 
I'll take the mess knowing that
we still have our cypress trees.
Thankfully a lot of the native flora
weathered Ida.
I guess their genetics made them more
sturdy than others.
Fall in City Park.
Beautiful...

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The repairs are ongoing...

And...
  the helicopters are still patrolling




Also,
the veggie garden is overgrown
but nothing is growing,
so it isn't a problem.

The plants in the front are finally perking up.
We moved what we could before 
the storm to protect them,
but in the aftermath, with
no water for a while, they
didn't do so well.


We removed all the dead leaves
and the broken pieces so 
they would have a healthy re-start.


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The girls scouting out the compost bin.
It is always a source of earthworms
or tasty kitchen scraps.

They are molting.
Their feathers are everywhere.
We always say that it looks 
like they had a pillow fight!

Their molting also means no eggs.
They all molt at the same cycle.
It usually appears in late summer,
or early fall.

Chicken 101
Molting is a natural process that all
fowl undergo.
It replaces the old worn out feathers with
the new ones, but it also gives hens
a time to stock up on nutrients that
egg laying removes from their systems.
Did you know that most domestic chickens
have around 8000 feathers?
And,
not all those feathers molt.
The process of losing the feathers to 
replacing them can take from 8 to 16 weeks!
That's why some commercial egg companies 
artificially control the molt with
hormones.
Feathers usually start to fall out in
the neck and breast area first,
followed by the back, thighs and butt.
A common trigger to start the molt
is decreasing daylight, but it can also be 
brought on by stress, lack of water,
or extreme heat.
It could be said that our hens did
experience stress (hurricane) and
extreme heat, but we
did all we could to minimize
any of those, and they began
the molt before the storm.
We make sure their feed
and water needs are well met,
as well as giving them a more fortified
laying mash type of feed.
We also refrain from handling the girls
during their molt,
because the pin feathers or
blood feathers,
can break off and cause them pain
or at the least could cause an abnormal re-growth.
So, their feathers are coming 
back in nicely.
Nugget and Lucy


Hazel, hiding in the cool shade.


Ethel, flinging dirt into the water feeder.

And,
this guy...
The much maligned
stray cat
following me as I make the rounds.
I asked him where he was during the storm,
 but his only reply was
"Meow"

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To my sister,
Always in my prayers
and 
always my other half.
Love you!
💚


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Tuesday, September 7, 2021

September 7th

16 years to the day, 
from the last catastrophe to 
hit our home, Hurricane Katrina,
an unwelcomed Ida roared through.
As she was passing Kenner,
she was still a category 3 storm.
Sadly, it is 9 days later and still some
are without electricity and water.
Our "boil water' advisory was recently
lifted so that's promising.
We sustained minimal damage,
just a few shingles, gutters, a tree and our fences.
All things fixable, thank the Lord.

Before the storm, we let the hens out to forage as 
long as it was safe to do.
Turns out, they are smarter than us,
because when it started to rain,
into the coop they went!
We left ample water and new
cedar shavings as bedding
inside the coop.

Before things got too bad, we lost power.
It wasn't hot yet.
Yet.

Then the howling winds started up!
It was unnerving to sit and listen to
the strong gusts buffet the house.
It felt as though the house was
breathing heavily!
At times it was like a 
white out sensation.
In the front, we were unable to see past
our sidewalk.

We heard a crash, but didn't know what happened.
During a lull, we peeked out the front door.
It was a huge branch of a tree 
from our side yard that came down
on the corner of the roof and took out the gutter.
All the gutters on that side of the house
pulled off.
They were being blown around
like metal ribbons!
(The red light in that picture,
is just artifact, no
one had electricity at this time)


In the light of day, after the storm
had passed, we were able to make an
assessment of damage.
This is what the tree looked like.
The CEO started up the generator so 
we at least were able to power the
freezer, fridge and a fan.

When we opened the coop,
the chicken girls ventured out, but 
didn't do much foraging.
They mostly stayed under the patio or
in any shade they could find.
They may have still been
a bit frightened.
I had a cucumber in the fridge
that I cut up so they could
have a cold treat.
We had also collected rain water in a 
large galvanized tub that
they used for drinking.
There was no water pressure.
Their bedding was changed again
because the rain soaked it.
It was coming in sideways and
blew up under the wooden
lid we had locked down!
So, with clean, fresh bedding and water,
they were content.

Our veggie garden is a bust,
so we'll just pull up the dead
plants and prepare the 
beds for the fall.

There were some black shingles 
and large plastic pieces of something,
strewn around the yard.
That same tree from the backyard.

The CEO cut as much as he could
to get it off the roof.


This is after we picked up debris and raked
as much as  we could.
It was incredibly HOT!
Then the generator died!
Incredible heat.
I didn't think I could sweat that much
since Katrina!

As soon as he could get out,
the CEO drove to Slidell 
(they had power)
and bought another one.
Mercifully, it worked like a dream.
Its' wattage is larger, so
we were able to run a 
small A/C window unit, the freezer,
fridge and
several small appliances,
so I could actually cook something.

Then, the hunt for gas was on....
Again, the CEO trekked around
searching to fill the gas cans.
He was successful!
We were very lucky,
I know that, and I'm thankful.
I pray daily for the safety
of those who are still without
and have lost everything.

God Bless Them
And,
God bless the CEO!!
💔