Just finished chicken warm weather chores. I have the worlds worst cold, the kind that makes it difficult to be civil even to people you love and respect. Had to shovel through the path that had drifted in, and made a drift that was up to the top of my leg. I was being dutiful. When I started scooping the poop board the two Sussex hens couldn't understand why I would do such a thing and were trying to go through everything, and take things out of the bucket. Scoop, scoop, put a hen on the floor, scoop scoop, NO, then the orps got into the act. I am exhausted, but we all survived.