Even though there are flurries and it was about 20° outside when I got up, it was nice and warm inside the coop.
See the little vent . . there’s a heater behind there so when we close the trap door there, it stays nice and warm inside the coop.
Not so nice and warm inside my coop! Vince woke me up about 4:30 to tell me the heater wasn’t working. Do I look like a heater repairman? I can sleep through anything and I would never have heard the buzzing. Vince heard it and felt the need to share! It was nice and warm in the bed but he insisted I get up and listen to the noise the heater was making. Darned heater!
At 4:30, it was just buzzing and making our lights get dim. It was 66° without the heat so . . why worry about it at 4:30? Just turn it off and go back to sleep! No, that was too simple. Vince gets the flashlight, goes outside and looks at the unit. Hmm, is he a heater repairman? He comes in and tells me he’s sure it’s the compressor. Just turn it off and go back to sleep! By then, I couldn’t go back to sleep (of course, he did!) and I wasn’t happy . . especially since I knitted til 2 a.m. I did think about how nice and warm it probably was in the chicken coop but then I remembered about their bathroom manners and decided sleeping with the chickens wasn’t a good idea.
The heater repairman starts working at 8 a.m. By 8:10 a.m. they were here. Parked right next to my blue trash can that’s sitting in front of my house because it really is too hard to move it around back with the snow and I have to go down 4 steps to get to the trash can when it’s in the back where I can just open the garage door and toss the trash in when it’s in the front. Hey . . that sounds so much easier. Maybe I’ll just keep the trash can in the front forever! NOT!
By 8:30 I had heat again and it was not the compressor.
Every now and then, mostly when I’m in the mood to go out to dinner and remember we have no restaurants, I wish I lived in a city. But when I call the heater repairman or the plumber or the electrician and they say “I’ll be right there” and they’re here within a few minutes, I remember how much I love this small town. And, I love my heater! And, I love my chickens! Oh . . and I love my husband. I really love him when he wakes me up at 4:30 a.m. to tell me the heater isn’t working! 🙂