A Snow Day for Boudreaux and Pierre
The bitter cold in gripping the Deep South. For the seventh time during this frigid winter, I have had to keep my children bundled up inside. Our lows reached 36 degrees last night. Brrrr.... I turned up the thermastat to 70 degrees before I climbed into my cold bed. I found another use for Daschunds. They make GREAT heaters! I positioned Boudreaux under my right arm and Pierre under my left arm. We used our bodies to generate enough heat to make it through the night.
I said a prayer that Betsy, Myrtle and the other hens made it through the night. I sure hope the heat lamp I attached to the chicken pen provided some much needed warmth. Poor chickens. If my Daschunds wouldn't eat you, I would have tried to set up a rescue shelter in my house. I reckoned that you had a better chance of survival out in the blistering bitter cold than anywhere near Boudreaux and Pierre.