Being Chicken

Did you ever wonder how the term “chicken” came to mean scared?

I am convinced it has to do with chickens and snow. Our chickens hate snow. When there is snow in the ground, the refuse to come out of the coop. And, if the outdoor roost is clear, they will fly across the run to reach it.


Yeserday, when snow began, they all congregated under the fir tree by the pond, to avoid the falling snow.


Unfortunately, when it came time to tuck everyone in for the night, they didn’t seem to know what to do. They weren’t budging from underneath that tree. So, Hannah jumped in, hearding chickens across the yard back to the coop.

She’s what you might call a chicken wrangler.

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3 Responses to Being Chicken

  1. George Castonguay says:

    The first year my feathery bunch needed to be out regardless of the weather or temp. I had to pick up and carry some of them back to the coop one day their feet were so cold. This year they tend to poke their snoots out and sometimes decide that inside the coop isn’t so bad after all. They don’t like stepping into deep snow but will walk paths if you shovel them for them.

    • sjbennett says:

      George, apparently we have very discerning chickens. Three winters now and they don’t like to touch the white stuff. The best we can do to get them out of their coop is trample down the snow with snow shoes and then spread hay or wood chips around.

  2. Lisa Taylor says:

    Not a lot of room in those tiny heads for brains, LOL!

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