Batch of chickens I had three-four yrs ago, still have some, were the dumbest ever. I decided to chase them out of the coop, they didn't go down the nice wide path I had snowblowed to the grass. They freaked out and flew out into the three feet deep snow in all different directions...
I left them there till I got done shoveling off part of our roof. They never moved or made a peep, I figured their legs were going to freeze. I had to trudge through the snow and pick up each one of the motionless birds that never let me touch them before and carry each one back...
Hung a big cabbage in their coop that winter, three weeks later I took it down, then they decided to eat it. Hung up they avoided it like it was some sort of monster.

Reminds me of the time my then toddler/2 year old was running away from me across the snow crust... heading to a cliff at the base of which was a not completely frozen over stream...
And there I am huffing and puffing, working up a sweat, trying to catch up to the monster, my first son....my pride and joy... about to try his best to kill himself... while I watch.....
Every one of my steps... right through the snow crust and into three feet of snow... up to my crotch....

What did you say @Beer can? The worst stuff about your own kids are all of your own faults. Yep.
