At dawn yesterday, it was 3 below with a wind chill of -17 here in Augusta, Maine. But when I dragged myself out to the coop to release the hens, they bounded down the ramp and into their pen, craned their necks, looked around excitedly, and quickly headed for their morning snack and bowl of feed. This morning, it was 5 below at 7 a.m., with a wind chill of -20 , yet Snow and Nala seemed none the worse for wear as they emerged from the unheated coop.
So while we humans mumble and grumble about the god-awful cold that has descended on Maine, “the girls,” who are holed up in a 4-foot by 4-foot coop all night long, are acting as if they haven't a care in the world. Maybe it really isn’t all that surprising that scientists claim Gallus gallus domesticus (aka, the not-so-humble chicken) is the closest living relative of the fearsome T. rex.
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