The winter routine descended quickly here. Winter gear, hauling water, de-icers for hen and donk water.
But let's be clear -- the older chickens were not happy with the early snowfall.
Particularly Sweet Pea.
At seven, she's becoming a bit of an old lady. Even with a heavy layer of straw in the porch and the run she only peeked out, unwilling to step a toe on the white stuff.
The young'uns (Gigi, Stevie and Henri) ventured out to explore.
Sweet Pea -- only her head is seen while Henrietta said it wasn't so bad
The donks were a little more accepting. Snow meant the pasture gate was opened where they could wander and pick at tall weeds.
Here they were greeting me at morning's breakfast. And didn't move as I approached. Just staring.
But now the temps have warmed and snow has turned to yuck.
Turning to the inside critters --
I sure do love black labs!