What happened while we were sleeping? We went into the coop on Christmas Eve . . everything was normal. No one let us out on Christmas Day (and we weren’t happy about that!). We were let out of the coop the day after Christmas and . . oh, my goodness . . everything was white! This is what we see when we look out! We’re scared! We’re chickens!
I know chickens aren’t the smartest of God’s creatures. Do you ever wonder what animals think? I often wonder what the world looks like to Speck . . whose whole life is about 6″ off the ground.
Anyway, Vince decided to keep the chickens in the coop all day Christmas Day because it was so cold outside and we had the heater running in the coop. I didn’t think it was a good idea keeping them inside all day but . . what do I know? (Yes! I do know the snow shovel should reside in the garage during the winter but we best not mention that ever again.) Vince waited yesterday til it got a bit warmer and he used the leaf blower to blow the snow off the ramp to the chicken coop. Then he had to use a hair dryer to heat the door because it was frozen shut. Finally, he was ready to let the chickens out. They came rushing onto the little porch, looked at all the white stuff and did exactly what I would have done . . turned around and went right back inside the coop.
One would walk out on the porch, looked around and go back inside. In a minute, another one would come out and do the same thing.
Finally, a couple of them decided to brave the elements and walk out of the coop, down the snowy chicken stairs and into the snowy run. Notice Ruby’s leading the way. She’s just the best chicken! One of those worthless Ameraucanas is almost as brave as Ruby.
Once they decided the snow was non-threatening, they loved it. They scratched around . . had snow flying everywhere. They stayed out in the run til normal bed time and went back into the coop as scheduled.
As cold as it is, the fresh snow is so beautiful.
But, this is what it looks like at my back door. Thank goodness, we come into the garage and not directly into the house from the back door.
This little guy is the smartest of all though.
The minute Speck hears the heater come on, he races to the nearest vent and gets as close to it as he can. Some of the vents he’s able to lay right on and some he just has to snuggle up against. He loves to stay warm and snug. Getting him out in this snow is requiring extra treats . . for me . . not him! 🙂