My rooster was yelling about being captive in the coop at 5:30 this morning as usual and I filled up a pail with warm water and hauled it and the fount that I brought into the house last night out to the run. I dusted the snow from their feeder and filled the fount and put it in place, lowered the drawbridge and raised the portcullis to open the chicken castle for the day.
The feathery critters boiled out of the coop as usual and then stopped dead on the ramp---what was all this white stuff!? As of right now, a couple of hours later, I don't think there is one chicken-print on the floor of the run. They are out but perched on the various roosts along with the ramp itself. It will be fun to see who is the bravest of them all that will venture out into the cold, cruel world of white stuff first.
George
The feathery critters boiled out of the coop as usual and then stopped dead on the ramp---what was all this white stuff!? As of right now, a couple of hours later, I don't think there is one chicken-print on the floor of the run. They are out but perched on the various roosts along with the ramp itself. It will be fun to see who is the bravest of them all that will venture out into the cold, cruel world of white stuff first.
George