We took him into the warm garage and cleaned him up. It appears it's frostbite. We didn't see wounds on his neck when we got the blood cleaned up. We were taking the precautions other chicken owners up here take...but his comb and wattles were just to big for these cold temps.
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Chickens perching on them.
We put Blu-Kot on him to keep the hens from pecking....and Vaseline as it's supposed to stop frostbite. We've got him segregated in the garage at this point.
We headed to the coop and gooped up everyone with a comb.
It's sweet that he found Petunia's box (our lame chicken which lives in the garage) almost immediately. He's settled in with her. She doesn't seem inclined to peck him. He was always very protective of her before we separated her from the riotous hens. He's a good boy.
Stacia spent this cold afternoon working on a sewing project. She's made a cute, wrap around shirt for Annie's birthday. I think I want one.
How cold is it? It was -18* on our way home from Bible Study. Krista is leading our study on the book of Ruth. It was really fun to participate, rather than lead.
I'm wondering if the cold effects the size of eggs? I mean seriously - what's with THIS one? We thought maybe it was Petunia's first egg....but it came from the coop.
It seems we must have a late bloomer in the coop who has started laying today.