We got our first snow of the winter season last night. Those of you further north would probably call this a dusting, if anything at all, but in middle Tennessee this warrants school closures and salting of all the major roadways. Silly, maybe, but I always look forward to the commotion a little snow causes in this part of the country.
The thermometer read 17 degrees outside when I woke up, but the “real feel” temperature was registering -2. I had to get outside to let the chickens out, so I brought my camera with me to snap a couple pictures before the sun rose and melted all the snow away. Our high today is supposed to be in the 30’s, so I figure by noon all of this will be gone. And who knows if we’ll get another this winter or not.
This was the chickens’ first time experiencing snow. Last winter all we got in regards to snow was an even smaller dusting than what we have today. Not enough to make even the chickens agitated, and they’ll make a fuss over practically anything. This morning was a little different. We had to coax them out of the coop, and they refused to walk down the ramp covered in a thin blanket of snow. Instead they attempted to leap out of their smaller chicken door and try to fly over the tufts of snow on the ground. They all seemed rather perturbed by the inconvenience, grumbling as they made their way to the woods, trying to avoid any large patches of snow along the way.
I’d have stayed out longer if my fingers hadn’t begun to cramp up from the cold, rendering them useless for photographing anything. Luckily I managed to get a few halfway decent shots before I scrambled back to the house and back into my warm bed. A day off for Lexie means a day off for me, too!