We have had quite the weather this past week. Two days ago Blizzard Niko hit the East Coast and Cape Cod- where we call home. We lost power during the middle of the storm and that night among candlelight and flashlights, we had a simple family dinner consisting of cereal and peanut butter sandwiches. The snow was wet and heavy mixed with rain and the winds were whipping. Trees and power lines were down. As we prepared to go to sleep for the evening, we bundled up. It was 15 degrees F. outside and inside we had already dropped to 55 degrees F. We hunkered down for the night and the unknown.
They’ve named it Hercules.
I’m not sure what to think of the first big snow storm of 2014. Living on a man-made island that juts into the Atlantic Ocean, the forecast is always variable and unpredictable. Sometimes, the forecast is for record amounts of snow and we get a dusting, other times it is the complete opposite. Regardless of the forecast, it is always essential to be ready for anything.
We received a dusting of snow in the early hours of morning. As I went out to the coop, there was one of the Buff Orpingtons eagerly awaiting my arrival. When I opened the nesting box lid, Dottie Speckles was waiting in the wings. She had never seen snow before in her life.
As I opened up the nesting boxes, she craned her neck outside to see the white stuff falling from the sky. She cocked her head side to side to try and understand. She even pecked at the flakes that had accumulated on the side of the nesting box roof. She must have enjoyed it, because she kept pecking. The scene to my right was no different.
Winter is not ready to leave.
It snowed. As I went out to see the chickens this morning I discovered snow on the garden gate. Slowly it is beginning to melt and turn into tiny droplets and beads of water that trickle down to meet the thawing earth.
It dusted the garden pathways and the tiny signs of Spring that I saw last week emerging from the ground; flower bulbs, sprigs of Lady’s Mantle and Catmint.
It snowed upon the bee skep cloche that has quietly been awaiting Spring’s return all Winter long.
It’s an inside kind of day for the flock. A kind of day for them to do a little Spring cleaning. They enjoy tidying up the nesting boxes, looking for undiscovered treats and just taking a nap upon the roosts.
Sometimes it’s nice to be inside and have something yummy to eat. This morning I gave them warm water with vitamins, electrolytes and apple cider vinegar. They seem to enjoy it while eating breakfast.
It’s these kind of days, where you question whether you should just remain inside or venture out into the cold mix of rain and snow. Tilly’s was wondering the the same thing as she peered out the door today. I wonder what she decided to do?
Photo credits: Tilly’s Nest
Last night we had a blizzard. I was often woken during the night hearing the hail and sleet hit our skylight. We had it all; snow, rain, high winds, sleet and hail. We awoke to a winter wonderland and a snow day for the kids. I went out today at 7:15am. I shoveled my way to the coop. The chickens were very quiet. For a moment, the crazy thought that they might all be dead danced through my mind. No, they probably had a rough night too!
With neatly shoveled pathways, I brought their morning fresh water and scratch. I opened the door to the coop and no one came out. Usually, they can’t wait. I tried sweet talking them. Still, I could see them poking their heads out but they did not want to come out. I went back to the garage and grabbed some extra scratch. I purposefully threw some into the run while the chickens observed. They didn’t move from the coop. Finally, I went to the end of the coop where there is no plastic tarp. It was covered in a blanket of snow. Maybe this is what the chickens feared. After all, they are snow blind.
I gently brushed off the snow, did some more sweet talking and out Feathers came. For one of my littlest girls, she sure does love to say good morning. Usually, I expect the larger breeds or the rooster, Tilly, Oyster Cracker, Sunshine or Chocolate to come racing out. Funny, I think they were too chicken! After, brave Feathers gave everyone the okay, they all came running out to begin their morning routine. Today, they were not happy about the snow, nor was I. But I know that they still must be happy overall. I had a warm egg waiting in the box for me this morning.
|Snow covered coop and run|
Last night it snowed. We awoke to a beautiful winter wonderland. I brought a broom out and dusted off the blanket of snow that covered the run. It slid off with ease. When I let the chickens out this morning they were curious about the white visitor from the sky. They looked out at the end of the run and then returned to eating the scratch that I had just strewn across the run. Covered and dry, they went along with their daily business. I quickly peeked into the coop, and it was dry as a bone. The snow should continue for the next three days. I wonder if the chickens will even notice?