Hi, Tom here… Lyanda’s away on a writing retreat so I am hijacking her blog for a few days.
In Seattle it’s a snow day–we are having our annual “snowpocalypse,” when a few inches of snow completely shuts down the city and sends cars skidding into the curbs and children flocking into the unfamiliar white stuff.
The snow is not just unfamiliar to our children; this afternoon I went to check on the chickens and found them completely flummoxed by it. They had managed to make it out the coop door onto a branch in the run, but were totally unwilling to put their feet down into the scary cold white stuff. It was two PM, and the entire coop was covered with a virgin, untouched layer of snow, more than six hours after dawn.
Ethel was brave enough to fly over to a box, where I found her pacing back and forth, unsure what to do next.
Watching for a while I saw their technique for getting across the coop without having to put a foot into the snow. Crafty!
Even after I pushed the snow aside, they remained completely unwilling to come off their perch. Bird brains!
4 PM update: they are still on the branch. How do your chickens handle the snow?