March can be unpredictable. Windy, cold, wet……brrrrr.
A snowy cloud burst
snuck sneaked up on me while I was feeding the animals.
The chickens were out doing their chicken things: eating, scratching, eating, scratching, talking to each other in low voices and not so low voices.
And when the squall hit, they didn’t flinch.
They just went about their chicken business even when the snow intensified.
I’m not sure if we have really dumb chickens……
….or really tough chickens…..
Daily count: 51 eggs, 3.5 gallons of milk