Escaping to the country, living the dream, and battling the blackberries.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Chickens, and their first snow
They were NOT impressed. Usually, when I go out to open the coop on the weekend (sometimes as late as 9am...gasp!) the girls are sooo very ready to get out. They normally boil out in a mess of feathers, squawking and complaining that I kept them from their scratch. A few weeks ago, we got snow overnight. The next morning, as the ladies and their main man yelled from the confines of the coop, I shuffled through the few inches of white fluff to open the coop. The door went up and was latched, and the gals scrambled for the exit... until they saw the white stuff. At one point, there was a mass of 8 or 9 chickens jammed in the door to the coop. WTH is that white stuff?!!!
Dunder railed against the indignity
The ladies were confused... disgusted... intrigued
But the ameraucanas were the ones that finally braved the strange new world... and the first to find the scratch I threw out... silly girls.