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| The chickens don't seem to like cold feet. Here's one barred rock who braved the elements and is heading back to the shelter of the hen-a-bago. |
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| The view from our front door the morning after the storm began. |
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| None of the chickens would go outside this morning. I had to move a feeder closer to the hen-a-bago, rake a path through the snow, and cover a small area of ground with straw to entice them to come out for food and water. Apparently hunger and thirst were not sufficient motivators. |
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| The snow stopped late in the afternoon and the sun finally came out just in time to set in a blaze of color. |
