The chickens fend for themselves without protective clothing. If hunters have consumed so much Old Grandad that they can't tell fowl from cervids, blaze orange won't help the hens anyway.
Light snows make walks on Red Oak Lane and Spring Lake Road a bit slippery,endangering Steve's new bionic hip,
but they're not nearly as unpleasant as the odor emanating from a neighbor's hay field, recently treated with
a euphemism for the already euphemistic "biosolids" trucked out from the Western Lake Superior Sanitary District treatment plant.
Not that the hens seem bothered by the approach of winter. They charge out of their coop each morning and prance around in the snow