Last Monday, as I kvetched about in my post, I was still using cleats to traverse the driveway. By Wednesday the ice had predominantly disappeared and cleats weren't necessary. By Friday the mud had dried up significantly. Isn't that amazing?
Although the chickens would only venture out on snow or ice very occasionally, the mud was another matter. Mud didn't slow them down at all in investigating the donkey yard, after a winter of being cooped up.
In fact Marigold illustrates the fine art of mud puddle drinking.