It's April in Wisconsin and I should have known better than to think the snow was behind us... but I was so happy to open the windows in my chicken coop and to welcome my first broody hens. Well, now I've got two mamas with babies in the coop and two mamas in an uninsulated broody box in the run, all of whom eagerly want to bring their babies out again today in the sleet and I am freaking out. I also have big chickens who can't hang in the coop all day but who will be soaked when they do come in and I took their heating lamps down. ARGH! This is more of a vent than anything, but I keep telling myself that chickens have lived successfully for many years without heroic measures of human intervention... right?