With that last snow storm, my chicks wouldn't leave their run. It was their first snow storm and they were scared of the strange white stuff that now covered their world. When it melted they were quick to come out and find a nice dry spot of dirt to have a goood ol dirt bath and a little snooze in.
I am grateful for these 3 little hens.
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awww. Carl didn't want me to get chickens because he was afraid I'd let them in the laundry room during the winter.
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