For some reason, the delicate flower that is Inland Power, our electric service, lost it for about six hours Thursday night.
We have kerosene lamps and candles, so it's not a big deal unless the outage lasts so long the freezers start to thaw. Or we need to shower or use a bunch of water (the well pump is electric). But this time we had the five little guinea keets in the kitchen, and guinea keets need it hot. They live under a 100-watt bulb in a cardboard box with slabs of granite to hold heat. No power, no 100-watt bulb keeping them at 85 degrees.
We could wear them inside our clothes, but Annie the dachshund would be right after them. So we got a dachshund-repelling cage, and parked it next to the wood stove on the wood box. A new cardboard box went inside that, with the wire lid that keeps keets inside. Add a thermometer, and we were in business. So we cranked the fire up and slept in the hot room until the power came back on at 1 a.m.
Everybody survived. I worried that I'd find five cooked little birds, but no. And as soon as they were back home under the hot bulb, they were squeak-toy yelling for food.