Here come the girls... single file only, please.
I had a bit of a rough time locating the feed pans this morning. Usually I can use my zen-like sense of slight disturbance under an otherwise pristine layer of snow. But this morning's blast of rain on top of last night's snow made everything uneven. I had to resort to leading the (very frustrated) girls around behind me in ever-widening circles while I carried the grain bucket until I eventually heard the clunk of hoof on plastic. Bingo!
The chickens must have had some sort of sixth-chicken sense of just what a pain in the neck it was (especially when the all the wet mushy snow on the roof of their coop slid onto my head). Both decided to make it worth my while today.