The chooks are under a year old, though-- still unaware and unlearned in terms of how Colorado can sometimes work in strange and surprising ways. The wind was up, but it suddenly went up more... a lot more.
|The chooks went tumbling like tumbling weed.|
As night fell, so did the temperatures and the wind (the two are tied together-- google "upslopde" and "downslope"). As the winds calmed they changed directions, too. Quietly and gently, the storm that ranged like a maniac in the day crept in like a thief of the night. Snow had come.
When the sun finally returned, the chooks were greeted by a landscape they'd never seen. They were curious yet cautious, excited yet apprehensive. The coop's design had worked well enough to keep the run under the coop clean and dry of snow but it was open enough to show a wintry landscape and the chooks were made wary of the odd cold and colorless stuff.
|What the boooooock?|
|Earl had the look of a very shocked chicken betrayed by his girls|
(which is odd because it happens a lot to him).
The flock spent the day inside the coop. They also spent the next day in the coop as well. Whenever it snows they stay in the coop, sometimes not leaving it for days. This past week was snowy and intensely cold and they simply were not going to leave the coop. It was so much nicer and warmer inside and that white stuff stayed out.
|The chooks stayed warm in their coop (note: no actual fire exists inside the coop,|
except for the passion the flock has for staying warm and full of feed!