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I remember my first beer
I remember my first beerNot that bad tonight finally abit cooler! Been on the sesh though so god knows when I’ll fall asleep
I've an awful story to tell about the heat. Both my wife and I feel fucking shit about it and we're struggling with guilt and sadness and God knows what. It doesn't involve humans but it's bloody terrible, so hiding behind a spoiler. Don't look if you are troubled by a very sad story.
Two nights ago a cockerel suddenly died in the hen house. We have two hen houses - one for large battery hen rescues and one for bantam pure breeds. This is the latter. We were sad that he'd died and tried to understand - we'd never had a healthy chicken die like that before. I concluded that it was a stroke or a heart attack - it can happen. Last night, we put them all to bed as usual. My wife says that one cockerel was really reluctant to go. This morning I went to let them out as usual at around 7:30 and all but one were dead. Pale combs; some of them lying on their backs having fallen off their perches; one next to the water. We didn't understand and were obviously devastated. Diseases don't hit that suddenly: they all looked healthy when we put them to bed. I even considered a venomous snake or spider having escaped and found their way into the house. I eventually worked it out having googled relentlessly. They had died of heat exhaustion. We recently moved their house next to our house to hide it as we are trying to sell and move. It's a red brick house. We think that the heat radiating from our brick house overnight killed them. My wife has been inconsolable all day as she was the one who put them to bed - and forced the reluctant cockerel in there. She says she feels so guilty because they trusted her and yet she lead them to their death. I feel awful because I should have figured out the risk sooner. We both miss them terribly - such lovely chickens: friendly; trusting and with wonderful personalities. We both feel shit and have been mourning all day. Needless to say, we are buying another hen house (cannot put another hen in there again) and Cleo, the one remaining hen, is in the house and cool with us tonight. RIP: Squirty; Agatha; Speckles; Baby P; Bertie and Mr. P.
That’s sad but you shouldn’t blame yourself too much. There were no malice in your actions it’s just a tragic mistake.I've an awful story to tell about the heat. Both my wife and I feel fucking shit about it and we're struggling with guilt and sadness and God knows what. It doesn't involve humans but it's bloody terrible, so hiding behind a spoiler. Don't look if you are troubled by a very sad story.
Two nights ago a cockerel suddenly died in the hen house. We have two hen houses - one for large battery hen rescues and one for bantam pure breeds. This is the latter. We were sad that he'd died and tried to understand - we'd never had a healthy chicken die like that before. I concluded that it was a stroke or a heart attack - it can happen. Last night, we put them all to bed as usual. My wife says that one cockerel was really reluctant to go. This morning I went to let them out as usual at around 7:30 and all but one were dead. Pale combs; some of them lying on their backs having fallen off their perches; one next to the water. We didn't understand and were obviously devastated. Diseases don't hit that suddenly: they all looked healthy when we put them to bed. I even considered a venomous snake or spider having escaped and found their way into the house. I eventually worked it out having googled relentlessly. They had died of heat exhaustion. We recently moved their house next to our house to hide it as we are trying to sell and move. It's a red brick house. We think that the heat radiating from our brick house overnight killed them. My wife has been inconsolable all day as she was the one who put them to bed - and forced the reluctant cockerel in there. She says she feels so guilty because they trusted her and yet she lead them to their death. I feel awful because I should have figured out the risk sooner. We both miss them terribly - such lovely chickens: friendly; trusting and with wonderful personalities. We both feel shit and have been mourning all day. Needless to say, we are buying another hen house (cannot put another hen in there again) and Cleo, the one remaining hen, is in the house and cool with us tonight. RIP: Squirty; Agatha; Speckles; Baby P; Bertie and Mr. P.
That’s sad but you shouldn’t blame yourself too much. There were no malice in your actions it’s just a tragic mistake.
I've an awful story to tell about the heat. Both my wife and I feel fucking shit about it and we're struggling with guilt and sadness and God knows what. It doesn't involve humans but it's bloody terrible, so hiding behind a spoiler. Don't look if you are troubled by a very sad story.
Two nights ago a cockerel suddenly died in the hen house. We have two hen houses - one for large battery hen rescues and one for bantam pure breeds. This is the latter. We were sad that he'd died and tried to understand - we'd never had a healthy chicken die like that before. I concluded that it was a stroke or a heart attack - it can happen. Last night, we put them all to bed as usual. My wife says that one cockerel was really reluctant to go. This morning I went to let them out as usual at around 7:30 and all but one were dead. Pale combs; some of them lying on their backs having fallen off their perches; one next to the water. We didn't understand and were obviously devastated. Diseases don't hit that suddenly: they all looked healthy when we put them to bed. I even considered a venomous snake or spider having escaped and found their way into the house. I eventually worked it out having googled relentlessly. They had died of heat exhaustion. We recently moved their house next to our house to hide it as we are trying to sell and move. It's a red brick house. We think that the heat radiating from our brick house overnight killed them. My wife has been inconsolable all day as she was the one who put them to bed - and forced the reluctant cockerel in there. She says she feels so guilty because they trusted her and yet she lead them to their death. I feel awful because I should have figured out the risk sooner. We both miss them terribly - such lovely chickens: friendly; trusting and with wonderful personalities. We both feel shit and have been mourning all day. Needless to say, we are buying another hen house (cannot put another hen in there again) and Cleo, the one remaining hen, is in the house and cool with us tonight. RIP: Squirty; Agatha; Speckles; Baby P; Bertie and Mr. P.
Currently in Amsterdam. Been 30c for two days and spent all day in the sun yesterday.
Couldn't even leave the hotel room today, absolutely fooked. Started raining and is stormy now and it's so nice.
Find it funny that we always complain about the weather then as soon as it gets hot it is just a nightmare. 30c in Northern Europe seems unbearable compared to when you're in the med.
My friend who lives in the French Alps has just come over to the UK to see his mum. He drove to Calais & got in a fairly empty ferry although had to wait a couple of hours for it. He's heading back next week & will do the same again. He said ferries going to France were busier. Should be easier now with the relaxing of travel rules.You’ll know this. I’m wanting to drive up to the Netherlands to see my missus’ parents and ideally take the kids along and visit Paris and the Black Forest on the way and make a trip of it.
What are the restrictions on going to Europe right now? Can you just rock up to a ferry like before? I thought we weren’t allowed out but clearly we are.
You’ll know this. I’m wanting to drive up to the Netherlands to see my missus’ parents and ideally take the kids along and visit Paris and the Black Forest on the way and make a trip of it.
What are the restrictions on going to Europe right now? Can you just rock up to a ferry like before? I thought we weren’t allowed out but clearly we are.
It was really weird. I got to the eurotunnel about 4 hours early and got straight on a train. The terminal bit was closed so you just drive straight to the waiting queue. Never seen it so quiet.
They grilled me a bit and asked where I was going and why. I just said work and they asked me for proof. I said they could go on my website if they wanted and the guy laughed and waved me through.
Driving within Europe was completely eventless. No issues anywhere. Borders open.
On the way back they interrogated me intensively but bizarrely my car wasn't searched (it was on the way out). The woman was very rude and was asking me quick fire and sarcastic questions hoping I would slip up.
I had to fill in the health declaration form before I arrived at the port and needed to display this to them on my phone. Now I have to self isolate for two weeks at home. Funny that, if I had decided to stay an extra week I could come straight back into the UK and walk straight into society. Rules are ridiculous.
How are they going to check that you’re following it anyway?
Mentalist!Got to admit I'm loving the heat at the moment.
I’m going back in this week for three days and first time since lockdown.It's unbearable, I could never imagine wearing a shirt and trousers for work in this weather. Fuck that.
Thats a real shame but you see chickens walking around in this kind of heat and they look fine - no way could you foresee this happening overnight. Don't your or the wife be hard on yourselves, it's not like you put a dog in the car in this weather with the windows mostly up, something every dog owner should know.I've an awful story to tell about the heat. Both my wife and I feel fucking shit about it and we're struggling with guilt and sadness and God knows what. It doesn't involve humans but it's bloody terrible, so hiding behind a spoiler. Don't look if you are troubled by a very sad story.
Two nights ago a cockerel suddenly died in the hen house. We have two hen houses - one for large battery hen rescues and one for bantam pure breeds. This is the latter. We were sad that he'd died and tried to understand - we'd never had a healthy chicken die like that before. I concluded that it was a stroke or a heart attack - it can happen. Last night, we put them all to bed as usual. My wife says that one cockerel was really reluctant to go. This morning I went to let them out as usual at around 7:30 and all but one were dead. Pale combs; some of them lying on their backs having fallen off their perches; one next to the water. We didn't understand and were obviously devastated. Diseases don't hit that suddenly: they all looked healthy when we put them to bed. I even considered a venomous snake or spider having escaped and found their way into the house. I eventually worked it out having googled relentlessly. They had died of heat exhaustion. We recently moved their house next to our house to hide it as we are trying to sell and move. It's a red brick house. We think that the heat radiating from our brick house overnight killed them. My wife has been inconsolable all day as she was the one who put them to bed - and forced the reluctant cockerel in there. She says she feels so guilty because they trusted her and yet she lead them to their death. I feel awful because I should have figured out the risk sooner. We both miss them terribly - such lovely chickens: friendly; trusting and with wonderful personalities. We both feel shit and have been mourning all day. Needless to say, we are buying another hen house (cannot put another hen in there again) and Cleo, the one remaining hen, is in the house and cool with us tonight. RIP: Squirty; Agatha; Speckles; Baby P; Bertie and Mr. P.
The only thing I miss about going in to work rather than working at home is the sweet sweet AC. It's going to be like this tomorrow so I'm going to see if I can stay on WFH forever and move to Shetland
I might try that and leave it off during Teams calls, on the basis the women on the calls do the same. Fairs fair...Same as, was thinking that earlier. I kept taking my top off and having to put it back on for Team calls, looking increasingly dishevelled with every call
You must work with different women to me!!I might try that and leave it off during Teams calls, on the basis the women on the calls do the same. Fairs fair...
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Thats a real shame but you see chickens walking around in this kind of heat and they look fine - no way could you foresee this happening overnight. Don't your or the wife be hard on yourselves, it's not like you put a dog in the car in this weather with the windows mostly up, something every dog owner should know.
I might try that and leave it off during Teams calls, on the basis the women on the calls do the same. Fairs fair...
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Argos are great. Word of warning though, don't use one in your bedroom. Once you turn it off, the room will be hotter than if you didn't use it, as running it will give off heat, even if only a little bit.Ordered some fans last night and they came just after 7. Amazon can go swivel, Argos are my guys now
Use a fan when outdoor air temperatures are cooler than indoor air temperatures. (Fans in windows can blow cooler air into a room from outside).
Fans do not cool the air, so air currents flowing over the body must be cooler than your body temperature to cool you down.
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