In addition to providing us with fresh eggs and meat, our chickens provide entertainment. Yesterday they ventured out of the barn to get some fresh air and scratch around the yard. When it started to snow, they took refuge under the back porch. Every day at dusk, they come back to the barn to roost. Yesterday, they knew it was time to go to the barn for the night but they did NOT want to go out in the snow. They tried to fly from the house to the barn but, alas, chickens are not good fliers. Plop, they would land in the middle of the yard in the snow and would not want to move. These two made it as far as the old water trough.
Brrrr.
A few tried roosting in the trees. The boys went out and chased them into the barn. Oh, it was fun to watch. Chickens do not like to have their feet in the snow.
I looked out the back door last night before I went to bed and noticed that one of the hens had not made it back to the barn. She was roosting on a brush pile up by the house. This morning, when I got up, she was still there. A little later, I noticed that she was out in the middle of the driveway. There were no tracks around her. She had flown from up by the house and was stuck in the snow.
I went out and shooed her into the barn. She left interesting tracks in the snow as she used her wings like ski poles.
We are hoping for more spring like weather soon.