That means chickens don't get as much exercise as they will not walk in the snow (although I've read other hens do). But our girls will not!
And donks felt cooped in as well.
But with the pasture covered, and protected, by the snowfall, the gate was opened. As far as the donkeys were concerned, it was a veritable miracle.
The little herd now wanders in the pasture, nibbling bits of weeds and bushes popping through. Except for Sunday morning slop time. Then there's no prying them away from the feed bowls.
The hooligans continued with their wood chewing since we last spoke.
No sooner did Rick patch the hole (low to the ground) than they started in again. It got worse after this photo was taken. The solution has been to secure fencing to the barn in areas they can access.
Our barn walls have become a nice patchwork quilt of patches.
See the fencing?
I'm assuming damage control will set in with the pasture open. Wandering and nibbling will keep the hooligans occupied. Or else!
With the advent of snow and falling temps, water must now be hauled from the house to the donks and hens. Yuck.
Let's close with a cute snap of Luigi, mugging while the girls do not want to be distracted from the task at hand.