I missed my chance to get a great shot of their first reactions to six or seven inches of the white stuff. This was our first real snowfall this winter. We’d received a couple inches here and there but really NOTHING compared to a normal winter.
So, on this brisk morning, after shoveling a path across the deck (i think it’s important to note that this was all done in my jammies), I opened the coop door at a little after 7a.m.
and nothing happened.
Nobody scuttled down the ramp to the food bin.
Nobody was squawking about whose turn it was to go first out the door.
There was just silence.
Concerned that the four of them might be chicken-pops still clutching their roost bar, I crouched down to get a glimpse inside.
All four ladies were standing silent… just inside the coop door craning their necks to peer out.
The boldest of the lot is Lupin and I couldn’t even convince HER to come out.
To help you visualize what was happening, here’s a photo of their little doorway. Their coop door slides down to close for the night. When it is open it is up inside the coop.
The top of the run is covered with a tarp to keep the floor fairly dry.
These next shots were taken after much melting had occurred but there’s still enough white stuff left to cause three of the four to be reluctant about venturing out of the run.
Annabelle seemed to telepathically communicate - "NOPE"
Nugget and Lupin are the two that are the most intrepid. They’re the least able (genetically speaking) to handle the cold and they’re the two who seem the most at home in the snow. They are also the two that will literally fly across the yarn at the merest glimpse of me.
I have taken to calling them my fan club. They love me. awwwwww
Yes. They're pecking ice.
These two were actually eating ice. Eating. Gobbling it up. I warned them about brain freeze. Typically – I was ignored.
[...] The second snow and this time the amount was more than a couple inches. [...]
Gosh, those pictures are beautiful, Robin. They’re so individually unique and lovely, each little chicksicle.
thank you. picnik is my friend! My pics would be dismal things without it.
Glad they like it – saw chickens today and thought of you and yours
I love that people think of me when chickens are around. really..
I loved seeing your pictures… amazing how even chickens have opinions and personalities!
yes, they definitely have distinct personalities.
I absolutely love Annabell’s reaction with ruffled feathers and indignant look at the camera!! “You seem to think I’m going out there? I don’t think so!!” Then she’s trying for a brain freeze.
I love my “Grand-chicks” and wish that I could enjoy them – up close and personal-like!!! They are beautiful girls and most definately need some Grammy love, don’t you think Mama!!! Great update on the “Fan Club”. <3
Ha! You crack me up (that’s egg humor). heh heh
Do the other two cluck annoyingly about the snow? My cat, who hates it, won’t shut up.
Not really. They all have cute little coo-ing-cluck-y noises that they make when they’re happy/calm/non-excited.