The other week when we had many days of snow and ice and the water eventually froze up, then Janet found some sorry hens who had, she thinks, spent a very cold night outside huddled together because they had become snow-blind. They were just completely disoriented by the snow everywhere and couldn’t find their way home to the henhouse so Janet picked them up and took them back to where they should be, in the straw in the Tack Room of the donkeys’ stable, where the donkeys are charged with protecting them from foxes / mink / otters etc. They soon cheered up after a good drink and a feed and snuggled down together and stayed in there. We will check on them tonight, given more snowfall. For some reason they’re laying like mad at the moment.