We have had early snow in Northern Wisconsin, and already 8 inches on the ground. This past week, we have had more dusting and light snow, adding to the winter storm we had last weekend. During our storm, the younger hens were not sure how to respond to the cold white flakes falling, not really falling, more like swirling around them.
They sought shelter and were reluctant to leave their safe spot to walk back to the coop. We had to help them one by one find their way back; some were carried, which helped us realize not all of them would be as eager to walk in the snow.
The next day, the hens weren’t sure what to do and avoided walking on the cold, white, wet ground. On overcast days, they are less likely to leave the comforts of their enclosure. However, once we shoveled a path from the coop to the patio around the house. Then, they were excited to discover that it was theirs to enjoy!
Yesterday was a beautiful day! We can say it with exhilaration even though the temperature is in the teens at high noon. It was perfect: no wind, blue skies, and clarity in the air we breathe. There is beauty in winter!
Sunshine may be short this time of year, but when it shines, it makes one stand straighter, breathe deeper, and walk with purpose for people and for hens. They feel it too!
Their shoveled path benefits them and makes it convenient for us to care for them and collect eggs, which we check several times a day. Sunny walks provide mental stimulation for the hens, encouraging them to be adventurous and soak up some Vitamin D.
The moment the gate is open, they parade in single file along their cleared walkway. They gather near the glass door for kitchen treats or cuddle together on the step, peeking in, catching the sun’s rays.
They are noticeably fluffier, having grown their down underneath to insulate them. Their warm layers of feathers make them appear twice their size, as we do when we bundle up in layers to go outside.
After a bit of exercise, they return to the coop along their chicken route to drink and have a snack, then venture out again. At least they don't wander off and stay close by.
I kneel to say hello to them, but once they realize I'm not bearing edible gifts, they pass me by. Clucking at me for empty hands, and warming themselves against the siding.
They peck in the crevices of the frozen ground because it is their instinct to forage even in winter. I’m not sure how much food they will find, but we will toss out treats just in case bugs have burrowed deep.
In the early mornings, we notice that our boots and poultry's feet are not the only ones leaving tracks. Rabbits are also finding our chicken route convenient to travel around the yard.
We all feel more active on sunny days. I hope you find a shoveled path to walk on. Happy Winter!
