Chickens in the snow

You would think that when it
looks like this through their pophole, our flock would stay inside and
enjoy their toasty deep
bedding.  But
whenever I walk the dog past their pasture in the morning, the flock
always comes out to greet me.  They even wade through the snow to
follow me as far as they can.  I would like to think we have the
world’s most sociable flock, but I think they’re just smart enough to
realize that I bring them food scraps every morning.