We have a GLW rooster we named Diesel. We named him that, in part because my husband and I both worked in a factory building diesel engines. (I've been laid off for over a year and the plant itself is closing in July, so hubby will be unemployed then also.) Anyway, we thought Diesel was a good name for him. Until we got a foot of snow dumped on us a week or two ago. It was his first snow and he was having no part of it. But then his need to roam got the better of him and he ventured out of the pen and proceeded to try and jump up onto a big pile of snow. When he sunk in it up to his butt, he froze. It scared him so bad he couldn't move. He was stuck in a snow bank. I bet he sat in it for 15 minutes, or as long as it took me to do the chores. He only got out when (after I was done with my laughing attack) I ventured close enough to lift him out. I don't think he wanted any part of my help, either. He managed to lift himself out on his own. DH got home that day and I had to break it to him that he's been stripped of his name. We just call him Roo, now. But we still love him.