Good Night Moon
My chickens have been unhappy with the 8" of snow we got. They finally ventured out after two days and went to the barn.
When I fed the chickens only half were there. At sunset I head back down and half a dozen chickens were still at the barn not wanting to cross the snow to get back to the chicken house.
I did not want to catch them all and wade through the snow so I called them and figured they would be OK at the barn if they didn't make it to the chicken house.
I get halfway back and my little tame hen Lucy runs up to me and wants me to carry her to the hen house. I do.
I need to get a life.