Chickens are probably like us, they are gone long before their bodies freeze.
At a body temperature below 90°F, a person will lose the ability to move and become incoherent. Death is just around the corner as the organs begin to fail. At least, that's what I've read.
Chickens have a higher body temperature than people, I believe. Perhaps, they will reach that tipping point at an even higher temperature than we do.
Some time ago, I lived in the country and had a little barn. The chickens had a coop but must have decided that the barn was a better place to stay at night. I had hay stacked in pens on one side and when I moved the hay out there was plenty of clean, loose hay on the floor. I thought it would be okay for them in there since they could get down in all that hay and stay warm.
The daytime temperature was fairly cold and I went into the barn and discovered that my little cochin banty had become entangled in a piece of baling twine. She'd twisted herself up so badly, she was actually hanging upside down. I untangled her and she trundled off looking no worse for wear.
She died that night. I remember that it was down to -10°F. I have the feeling that she would have been okay if she hadn't gotten herself entangled in the twine earlier during the day - too much stress.
Steve
At a body temperature below 90°F, a person will lose the ability to move and become incoherent. Death is just around the corner as the organs begin to fail. At least, that's what I've read.
Chickens have a higher body temperature than people, I believe. Perhaps, they will reach that tipping point at an even higher temperature than we do.
Some time ago, I lived in the country and had a little barn. The chickens had a coop but must have decided that the barn was a better place to stay at night. I had hay stacked in pens on one side and when I moved the hay out there was plenty of clean, loose hay on the floor. I thought it would be okay for them in there since they could get down in all that hay and stay warm.
The daytime temperature was fairly cold and I went into the barn and discovered that my little cochin banty had become entangled in a piece of baling twine. She'd twisted herself up so badly, she was actually hanging upside down. I untangled her and she trundled off looking no worse for wear.
She died that night. I remember that it was down to -10°F. I have the feeling that she would have been okay if she hadn't gotten herself entangled in the twine earlier during the day - too much stress.
Steve