Thick, fat, wet, sloppy snow had been falling for a few hours. We looked out and . . whoa! The chicken run is sagging under the weight of the snow.
Ahh . . Vince to the rescue!
Swept the snow off the run ..
Swept the snow off the chicken tunnel . .
All is well but .. where are the chickens? Sitting in the coop, in front of the heater, discussing all those chicken commercials from last night’s Superbowl. Don’t you think my chickens should be in commercials? They’re a heckuva lot cuter than all those chickens in the commercials last night! Yep, that’s what Ruby thinks too!