But probably the biggest sign that the melting trend is for real is when Honey (my chicken who left her flock to explore the world as a solitary, free-ranging hen) finally ventures out of her crate on the porch, where she has been under self-imposed house arrest since the snow began. She does not like snow and she really does not like cold feet. This girl stays put when it is snowy or below 30 degrees outside.
So, you can see why it's a good sign when she starts doing her walk-abouts again.
After carefully calculating the danger levels of temperature, snowpack and distance...
Honey ventured the farthest she had in over a week - all the way to the goat house, where she scratched and pecked and clucked happily, finding her first juicy bugs and worms in days.
Of course, Reggie was at his post and alerted the neighborhood accordingly.
Tomorrow: Rumors are flying in the chicken coop!