They have made it quite clear they do not want anything to do with that cold white stuff on the ground and in the air, no way, no how! When we had a dusting last week, my boyfriend told me that when he went to open the coop & let them out, the first hen took one step onto the ramp, and went right back up into the coop! He removed the snow from the ramp, put down a good amount of straw in the run over the snow, and then they were okay.
Well, this morning, after I overslept, and didn't even get out there 'til about 8:30--'way past daylight-- I saw that behavior myself. Carried the bucket of warm water out, opened the front pop door so they could come out while I filled the water dishes, opened the run and its pop door, and realized that none of my girls came out yet. I heard them "chatting" inside, which quelled any predator panic. So I opened the big double doors, and they were just milling around, scratching at the straw, as though that's what they always do in the morning. I went ahead and filled their food dishes, and then only Comet, my sweet girl, came out to check up on me; to let me pet her and make sure I was getting their scratch. I spread most of it in the run, and under the coop, so they wouldn't have to deal with the snow too much, in the usual areas.
Then I had to get to shovelling, so when my other half came home, he'd make it up the driveway. (I won't get into the frozen lock on the shed where the snowblower is--this section is about chicken behaviors...)
I did look out later, and some have moved out, into the run and under the coop, so I guess they're getting used to it. (Of course I'm not going out into that stuff either--brrr!)
Well, this morning, after I overslept, and didn't even get out there 'til about 8:30--'way past daylight-- I saw that behavior myself. Carried the bucket of warm water out, opened the front pop door so they could come out while I filled the water dishes, opened the run and its pop door, and realized that none of my girls came out yet. I heard them "chatting" inside, which quelled any predator panic. So I opened the big double doors, and they were just milling around, scratching at the straw, as though that's what they always do in the morning. I went ahead and filled their food dishes, and then only Comet, my sweet girl, came out to check up on me; to let me pet her and make sure I was getting their scratch. I spread most of it in the run, and under the coop, so they wouldn't have to deal with the snow too much, in the usual areas.
Then I had to get to shovelling, so when my other half came home, he'd make it up the driveway. (I won't get into the frozen lock on the shed where the snowblower is--this section is about chicken behaviors...)
I did look out later, and some have moved out, into the run and under the coop, so I guess they're getting used to it. (Of course I'm not going out into that stuff either--brrr!)