It was predawn morning early today. My Airedale Rummy and I go and let our chickens out as usual. The chickens were not happy with what they saw. What's all this white stuff on the ground? They hovered for a long time at the pop door, wondering if it was really proper for them to get their feet wet with snow... Even with my repeated cooing and clucking, they refused to come out. I resorted to throwing some scratch feed for them on the ground, and they finally came out for a bit. My Delaware hen, in the twilight hours of dawn. Chickens hiding under the crawl space, under their chicken coop. Very snug, warm and cosy. What they really wanted to do, was to go back inside. And they did. So I threw the scratch feed all over the ground in the enclosure, where they could spend some time, amusing themselves, finding scratch. A few silkies decide to venture out in the snow, and see what adventures they could have, while a buff laced Polish hesitates. Eventually, she decided to stay indoors. As for the silkies, I actually had to go out after a few hours, and rescue them. They were trying to find their way back in to their enclosure, but the snow must have confused them or something, because they were shivering by the time I got to them. They were desperately trying to find a gap in the chicken wire to get back in. Silly chickies. The Chicken home. We decided that the flat roof at the front of the run wasn't going to work too well. When we get the next break of sunshine (tomorrow), we're going to change out the roof and make it slope instead. That should just take 1 day's work.