The other day I decided to let the chickens out while it was snowing — they're Maine chickens, after all — and when I opened the coop door, they just stood there and peeked out for a couple of minutes. Then, one by one, they flew out of the coop (instead of their usual hop-and-run routine), seemingly afraid to walk in the foreign white stuff covering their beloved grass. They quickly discovered that there were areas of the yard not yet covered in snow, and decided they would be okay after all. They had better toughen up quickly — it's going to be a very long winter.
Travelingjenny 
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