December 15, 2013 – It dawned on me when I heard the pullets screaming in the next coop, they we had neglected to review with them the change of seasons and in particular, what to expect during a winter snowstorm. I scooted over to their henhouse for a couple of hours today to answer their questions and calm their fears.
1) No, the chicken yard has not been captured and turned into a snow globe by a devious bald cat.
2) You will not vaporize if your feet touch the snow. It’s actually quite cooling –especially after stepping in someone else’s misplaced droppings. (Thanks for that, Wilma.)
3) Mom always rakes the snow off of our runs after a storm so that the roofs don’t cave in on us. Yes, this does sound like a barreling avalanche, but there is nothing to worry about. Stay inside until she’s done or stand in the run with an orange flag so we can find you if her aim is off.
4) The grass will come back and the snow will melt. I promise. It will be 12 long weeks in-between, so think up a few parlor games or learn a trade to help pass the time. No pressure, but we could use a plumber in the group.
5) On sunny days, we will get to stroll around the big house to stretch our legs and have a change in scenery. Single file of course and everyone is assigned a partner. No one ever gets left behind on the snow path.
My visit seemed to help. Just after dusk, I wrapped them up in down vests and knitted hats with ears flaps and took them on a quick tour of the side yard so they could see the lights Mom put up. Their eyes lit up in wonder making my heart smile inside.
“This happens every year?” Dottie whispered in amazement.
“Every year,” I replied.
After the youngsters were settled in for the night, I returned to the side yard with Sawyer and Peaches. “The lights sure are magical, aren’t they?” I asked.
“They sure are,” the other two said in unison. Then we linked wings and sang “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” as light snow began to fall. There’s a lot to be said about summer, but nothing tops catching snowflakes with your best friends.