It’s hard enough to be a pampered pet pooch in rain gear and snow footies, or a house cat who disdainfully shakes its paws in horror and blames you on the snow filled yard, but try to be a barn yard fowl.
Most chickens (mine seem to be the exception, as spoiled house pets) get their coop door open and are let loose into the wild and woolie world. Some days that includes a whole new world of SNOW. When you look at those little dinosaur-looking-scaly legs, it is enough to make you feel cold, no matter what you are wearing. But these little guys are low to the ground and despite their downy undercoats, have long and unprotected naked legs and a lot of their body temperature flows through these appendages.
Chickens (and waterfowl, ducks, geese and swans) appreciate a nice, bedded down area of straw that is dry and thick enough to insulate the animals from the ground chill. Their housing should have open ventilation, but be free from chilly breezes or drafts.
Protein intake should be carefully monitored, as the extra calories will provide them with more internal strength. And there is no doubting the importance of extra, fresh, clean water, slightly warmed to prevent freezing, but of huge importance to farm fowl life at all times of the year but especially in the frozen winter.
As a complete side benefit, coming as being the friend of someone who is suffering severe predation problems, snow can inform you as to what sort of varmints are pestering your flock and you can defend accordingly.
Dorene, and little Sumo-San and Cuckoo, all shoveled free of snow and warm in St. Louis