...sometimes even a single feather is enough to fly. (Robert Maclean)


chickens and ducks in the winter

We had to rub our eyes this morning to make sure we were seeing straight...
Splish splash SPLASH!!!

OMG.  What are those schmucks, I mean ducks... up to now?
Mind you:  it's 32 degrees.   The ponds have a thin layer of ice on them.  
We got some snow and sleet last night.

But the ducks don't care.  As long as the pond isn't totally frozen, 
as long as there's some point of entry... 
They go for it.

If there's water, they're in it.  
It's as simple as that.

I'm beginning to think that the term 'foul' weather 
maybe used to be 'fowl' weather, and for this reason.
There is no weather that sways them. 

The chickens, of course, won't set foot in the snow.
But the ducks... they're impervious and immune.
As soon as the sun rises, they're outta the coop and into whatever the day brings.

Meanwhile, the hens, shaking their heads at the ducks wacky ways...
they stay cozy in their coop, hanging out by the heaters.

Egads... 3 out of our 5 hens are molting right now. 
I hope they molt quickly and get some good feathers fast, 
because they're going to need them in this weather.  
At least they have their little warm coop to help them through. 

Meanwhile, those schmucks are out there schmucking about
playing, preening, and
plopping into the water.

 Just being ducky.

I don't know about you all, but I plan to make like a chicken and stay where it's warm!

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