Wednesday afternoon, Levi and I were working tomatoes. We took a break around 3:30 to go sit under the apple trees, where our future laying hens hang out, and sucked down a bunch of water.
It was 98 in the shade. We sat there panting for about 5 minutes then I looked at Levi and said we were done. He readily agreed.
Thursday morning, it was as hot as blazes before noon. We have been running our pastured broiler chickens alongside the driveway and draping their pen with shade cloth. They seemed too hot out in the open so we moved them into the tree line across from the greenhouse and put them between a white pine and a willow clump. They seemed more content in the shade.
Dean Mullis writes from Laughing Owl Farm in Richfield; firstname.lastname@example.org.