Silkies don't have a good reaction to snow. The ones in the coop came out, tried to fly where they wanted to go, failed since they are flightless, got wierded out, went back into the coop for the day.
Spot and Angel are the teenage silkie crosses that were hatched and raised by our friend's little girl. This was their first snow, and obviously, from their reactions, they have definite silkie parentage. I put them down in the snow, about two feet from each other. Spot, the rooster, just decided that it was all over, and he just laid down and waited for the long sleep to take him away. Angel stood there, lifting one foot then the other slowly, and decided that she'd solve the problem by stalking over to Spot and climb on him. She discovered that siddling to the highest point didn't work when she walked up to his head and it went under the snow, putting her tootsies back into the cold. She finally decided that his back was warm and high enough, and that allowed Spot to get his head out of the snow. He was a good rooster, just sat there, resigned to his fate.
We talk about how herding dogs would initially without training like to have all the animals stacked one on top of another, on a penny sized piece of ground - more organization is better. So here's Pow, happy with the stacking job.
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