Oops, Our Bad, We Meant To Say 'Feet'

So yesterday they called for about 2 inches of snow to fall here, our first snowfall of winter. Not unusual, as our first snowstorm tends to be pretty feeble, not really revving up for the good stuff until after the first of the year.

Yeah, I think they missed the mark a wee bit. After slogging through snow up to my knees, I found the street.

It's pretty, but we're thankful that we planned ahead anyway, what with lockdown and all, and don't have to go anywhere for the next few days.

But criminy, after snowing all night at a very energetic pace, IT SNOWED ALL DAY, too. It tried to eat my Plymouth. It's a convertible top, so I had to clear it off so the weight of it wouldn't tear the top. First having to shovel a path to the car, of course, ha ha.

 Yep, that's about 2 feet of snow.

But why stop with clearing access to one car, when you can do two? But surely the second one won't be as ba-- DAMMIT.

The kicker being, of course, that if you don't shovel your car out, you'll be rewarded with a Detroit iceberg the following morning that won't thaw out until the heat death of the universe takes pity on you.

At least the kid had fun making a snow angel, although once committed to it, she had a bit of trouble moving that much snow.

Needless to say, the chickens and the dogs are not happy with all that white stuff, and naturally blame us.

As Long As There Is Food Involved...

...chickens don't give a hang about being embarassed. 

As always on the day after Halloween, the chickens get the Jack-o-Lanterns. But why just give it to them, when you can take advantage of the banties being so small, and stuff them inside the pumpkin for picture time?

 

 Marble goes first, and good-naturedly complies while Chonk and Bobbie watch...

Tingle, standing on the ground to the left, makes a maximum effort stretch to reach the goodies.

But immediately jumps up for a more direct approach. She is one of about ten hens molting right now, and looks quite the train wreck.

Skillet's turn in the gnashing pumpkin o' terror...

Bacon the roo, however, doesn't find the humans funny at ALL, and scoots right out.

After this we remove the glow-in-the-dark plastic teeth and move it to the ground. The others aren't shy, and join right in. Kentucky on top, in front. Left to right is Pumpkin, Marshmallow the whiteish hen towards the back, Henry the golden-laced Cochin in the far background. Oxide the frizzle is next, with Basil, Bonesaw and Gumdrop making up the rest of the hens.

Skillet resumes her spot on top. Bobbie the buff Brahma roo in front, he is only 7 months old, but is growing by leaps and bounds. Chonk the light Brahma hen is beside him, she is an adult. The whiteish roo on the back right is Milton the d'Uccle/Cochin mix bantam, our Head Roo.

Kentucky boots Skillet to hang upside down like a bat and nibble. Pie (Rambo's daughter) the buff Brahma mix on the far right, is the only one who has finished her molt; she looks grand with her foot feathers and dignified beard.

Gumdrop joins Kentucky and they snarf down pumpkin together. Everyone else is more sensible and goes directly in from the front.

 The entire chicken yard is awash in molted feathers, and it's only going to get worse in the next two weeks or so since most of them are just getting going on the molt thing.

And our nighttime temps are already dipping into the low 20's. Hurry up and grow new feathers, ladies!