My poor chickens. They have to be one of the dumbest birds God created which makes sense; they need us to take care of them. We've never had chickens in snowy weather before & learned some things. The snow blinds them somehow. They can't make out any landmarks & can't figure out how to get back to their shed, or the stream for water, so they just hunker down. We didn't know any better the first snow, the second we called them in as soon as it started & they gratefully went in.
I put the water in the smaller enclosed area to keep it thawed longer but also figured out pretty quick that they couldn't find it. The tea kettle went out 3x a day. The pictures are showing the frost bite. I call the blond/ black eyed rooster Billy Idol. He's literally got frosted tips on his comb teeth. The white rooster behind him has already lost the teeth on his comb & looks unnaturally smooth.