GLAD I’M NOT A CHICKEN

As I was grumbling, yet again, about the cold weather, I glanced out the window at the chickens and thought, “Glad I’m not a chicken!”

Not that I’ve ever actually wanted to be a chicken. 

With temperatures ranging between the low teens and mid-thirties this week, I have enjoyed central heat and a toasty dog in my lap. Meanwhile, the flock has been outside the whole time. 

They have done marvelously though. We’ve made sure they had plenty of (unfrozen) water, food, and treats. They’ve also had plenty of clean, dry bedding on top of the winter’s worth of deep bedding (which does create some heat in the coop). There are no signs of frostbite, and they are actively scratching and sunning themselves in the run. 

Actually, they seem to be handling the weather better than I!