Gazing at the snow

I've had a bunch of people ask me how chickens do in the cold, or what they think of the snow. They don't like walking on snow, but they like eating it. Generally at night they snuggle up to each other for warmth, but during the day they just do their thing - not visibly any differently than they did during the warmer months.

But I really liked this scene, tonight, because they look to me like old ladies on their porch, fussing about the weather. They want to be inside, but right on the edge of it. They look like how I feel on a snowy night - I love the snow, when I have a good view of it, and don't have to have my toes in it.