The  brown hen went flying out of the coop when the sun came out (this is where chickens are not always smart) and landed smack in a four foot snow drift. She seemed quite astonished, non-plussed in fact, and sat there for the longest time. I was about to go get a shovel and dig her out when she started huffing and clucking and just flew back to the path. Glad she didn’t sink into it.