I have wussy chickens Michelle. They hate the snow. If I open the door to their run, they stand on the two x four at the edge until they're all bunched up, then make a mad flapping dash for the horses' shed where they can pick through poop and sit in the hay. Then at the end of the day, make a mad flapping dash back to the run.
I've been keeping them in the run since I discovered Frosty sitting on the tubular metal gate into the pasture, her feet were already a bit stuck when I found her. She was okay, though.
