Yesterday, the coop looked like this:
This morning it looked like this:
We all woke up to our first snow of the year here in the Virginia mountains. The first snow ever for the crew (just over 17 weeks old). With the lower polycarbonate panels, only a small amount ended up in the run, but when the magic automatic door opened this morning, the crew took one look and said, "Nope!"
So I had to dig a path through the snow so five spoiled birds (4 GLW hens, Ella-my singer named for Ella Fitzgerald, Bella-chicken equivalent of a supermodel who can't figure out doors, and two I haven't managed to name because I can't tell them apart yet and one Black Australorp Rooster named Fallon), could waddle to their breakfast buffet. I carved a little highway from the back porch to the red chicken palace. Since it was actually still snowing, they stayed in the coop/run area but maybe they'll venture out a little later so they can play on the chicken highway. Under the coop is bone dry and windproof because of the polycarbonate panels. Right now, Fallon is being the gentleman sentinel, as you can see:
That tiny black silhouette standing alone in the run while the four golden girls are tucked safely under the coop cover. Head high, facing the open yard, scanning 360 degrees, saying,"I'll stand out here in the cold and keep watch so you ladies can stay warm and dry." The girls, piled safely underneath, roosting on the bars there and loafing after breakfast, reply, "Thanks, Babe!"
This morning it looked like this:
We all woke up to our first snow of the year here in the Virginia mountains. The first snow ever for the crew (just over 17 weeks old). With the lower polycarbonate panels, only a small amount ended up in the run, but when the magic automatic door opened this morning, the crew took one look and said, "Nope!"
So I had to dig a path through the snow so five spoiled birds (4 GLW hens, Ella-my singer named for Ella Fitzgerald, Bella-chicken equivalent of a supermodel who can't figure out doors, and two I haven't managed to name because I can't tell them apart yet and one Black Australorp Rooster named Fallon), could waddle to their breakfast buffet. I carved a little highway from the back porch to the red chicken palace. Since it was actually still snowing, they stayed in the coop/run area but maybe they'll venture out a little later so they can play on the chicken highway. Under the coop is bone dry and windproof because of the polycarbonate panels. Right now, Fallon is being the gentleman sentinel, as you can see:
That tiny black silhouette standing alone in the run while the four golden girls are tucked safely under the coop cover. Head high, facing the open yard, scanning 360 degrees, saying,"I'll stand out here in the cold and keep watch so you ladies can stay warm and dry." The girls, piled safely underneath, roosting on the bars there and loafing after breakfast, reply, "Thanks, Babe!"
