We woke up to this amazing-ness this morning.
A few flakes last night, and a “snow warning” which doesn’t ever usually amount to much on the west coast, and a houseful of screaming kids this morning.
Snow pants were found, mitts donned as the kids tumbled out the door to make snowmen, snow angels, snowballs and go sledding down our hill, the mindset being that snow here rarely lasts so get out there and enjoy it while you can.
It was all joy and laughter with the humans, while the chickens grumbled away in the hen house. This is how I found our flock, 3 hours after opening their coop doors to let them range for the day.
Roosts laden with many a hen and our rooster still crowing and crowing, (probably cursing the weather in chicken speak) They don’t like the rain, but they WILL go out in it, if they need to. But the snow, barely a chicken toe will touch it and the birds usually break into flapping, terrified fright as soon as they do.
Except, of course, for my main man, our young rooster. We dragged him out with treats and a few of his girls followed eventually. A few hours in I found that they were slowly picking their way between the snowy patches for forage under the trees. Not happy about it by any means, but willing to try.
Good news for them the sun is coming through and our snow should be gone in the next day or two! And perhaps if we get another dump they won’t be so surprised by it and be more willing to take a try and explore.
Want to know more about fowl in the snow? Read here.