The hens' stomping grounds become impassible.
Our normally low maintenance free-range hens become high maintenance in snowy weather, and especially so in the blizzard like conditions we recently experienced.
Periodically throughout the day we must knock out the ice from their water bowls and replace it with room temperature water.
They tend only to emerge from their house if tempted with food, and often then quickly retreat. And as they are loathe to walk on too much snow, we have to shovel a series of paths to some of their favorite safety spots.
When weather conditions are this brutal, I reach for my father's Filson Mackinaw Cruiser. Even wind chills of 5 degrees don't penetrate the dense wool.
Counting my chickens (recalling Debo) before locking the door for the night.
During these days of low light, combined with various degrees of molting, the egg production is ridiculously low. Ten hens and one egg.
It's nice to come back inside to a roaring fire.
Given they are completely free-range, this is one of our attempts to warn the UPS Truck.
For me, these activities reinforce a core credo: lifestyle should impact clothes, because clothes certainly impact lifestyle. Without such resistance, one risks the "mall prep" or "resort prep" slippery slope. (See also The Dinghy Test.)