The chickens love to get out and flap their wings.
Chief and Pistol Pete have to bend down to their feeder and we only have 2 more bars left on the corral fencing. The rest are buried.
Oakley in front of the mountain of snow.
Pete buried in the snow. In some places, it is up to his belly. He is a pony so that is not real high but it is funny to see him hike through it. He is a real trooper!
We are not buried in yet.