in this weather, as long as the chickens stay alive i consider life to be a success. they don't do well below 15 degrees—its been as cold as 2.
i'm out there twice a day giving them scratch and melting their water, they have two lights and spend most of their time roosting.
surprisingly, they seem to be learning to bury their eggs in the pine shavings that is in their boxes. its a wonderful discovery since to date i think i have at least a dozen frozen, craacked eggs in my freezer, awaiting the opportunity to make some scrambled eggs or quiche.
so...as i say, so long as they stay alive, i'm at least pacified.