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What Does a Chicken Coop Need in Winter?

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Recently, I’ve been writing about safely heating backyard chicken coops and addressing the question: Do chickens need heat in winter? In New England, we get buried under heaps of snow and experience temperatures in the negatives. During these times, my mind becomes pre-occupied with staying warm.

But these posts often stir up a debate: To heat or not to heat a chicken coop? Here are some facts to consider when deciding for yourself.

Why You Don’t Have To Heat A Coop

Chickens are amazing animals, and can survive some pretty harsh environments. If birds have a place to perch without a breeze, they can keep warm in cold environments. When a chicken perches for the night it puffs its feathers and looks quite comical. This puffing creates an air gap between the skin and feathers, which serves as an insulating barrier. To protect their feet and legs, birds usually fluff enough to encompass their legs and to guard against frostbite. They tuck their head under a wing. Also, if you have a well-insulated coop and a fair number of birds, then they will keep the coop warm with body heat all on their own.

Why You Should Heat

Just like us, a chicken’s body prioritizes its functions. High on the list are functions like circulating blood, breathing and other life-critical purposes. Guess what is last on that list … making eggs. When a bird’s needs are met, production is rampant, but when faced with conditions like extreme cold, you’ll have an answer to the why have my chickens stopped laying. Bottom line: Cold weather can cause a drastic reduction in egg production.

The poultry industry got some real flack a few years ago when the public heard about the industry’s method of force-molting chickens through reduced light duration and removing all nutrients. Basically, you stop the water and hold the feed and the bird’s body goes into chaos. This chaos starts with an immediate halt in egg production, the beginning of feather molting and a long path to regeneration (as short as a month, if properly managed).

When the temperatures drop, water freezes, not excluding your water dispenser. If your water freezes (some people prevent this by using a heated chicken waterer,) your flock goes without water. If your birds go without water, they will also go off their feed since they need moisture to eat. If they stop eating and drinking, they stop laying. If this happens in the beginning of winter, odds are your birds won’t lay again until spring.

When eggs are laid, the shell and protective bloom keep bacteria and other organisms out. This keeps eggs safe to eat, but if they freeze, they crack. A cracked egg will become contaminated, so these eggs are inedible. It’s a shame to waste eggs, so keep your coop above freezing.

Even during the day in New England, we’ve seen long stretches where the temps have been bitter cold for days on end. This brings up another issue known as frostbite. Frostbite is a result of overexposure to cold temperatures, and it commonly claims toes, wattles, and combs. Frostbite is a painful thing to endure, and it’s a pain that lingers.

Do you have an old hen in the flock? When a chicken’s body puts more effort into keeping warm, it tends to exacerbate existing issues and hasten the death of weak birds. Sick birds will take longer to recoup when they have to fight the cold, so keeping the coop warm will help weak birds survive a harsh winter.

What I Do

The answer to the question “do chickens need heat in winter?” is a complicated one, but here’s what I do. I try to keep my coops above freezing, but my birds can free range at will. On cold days they refuse to range, preferring to stay inside, which should tell you something. Unless you’re brooding chicks, you don’t need to keep a coop toasty warm, but I do suggest keeping your coop around 40° F. So if you want your birds to produce through the winter (in cold climates specifically), keep your coop’s temperature within your chicken’s comfort zone for best results and happy hens.

Now is the time to be thinking about winter preparations, making sure your coops are secure, parasite free and any structural damages repaired.

Chicken Run is a 2000clay animation film made by the Aardman Animations Studios. It tells the story of a band of chickens who seek escape from their coop before their owners, mild-mannered egg farmer Mr. Tweedy and his overbearing wife, make them all into chicken pot pies.

Directed and written by Peter Lord and Nick Park.

Ginger

• [to Rocky Rhodes as she tries to find a way out of the chicken coop] Mr. Rhodes? Um, perhaps I didn't explain our situation properly. We lay eggs, day in and day out, and when we can't lay anymore, they kill us.

Rocky

• [To Ginger] Nice hideout. OUCH! I had more room in my egg.

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Fowler

• Poppycock! Pushy Americans. Always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here!

Bunty

• I knew he was a fake all along. In fact, I'm not even certain he was American.

Dialogue

[Bunty, Babs and another hen sneak towards Hut 17 with knitted masks over them. Bunty bangs the door, and Ginger lets them in when she sees who it is, except for Babs, who just stands there. Ginger then pulls Babs in by her wing]

Babs: Ohh!

[Nick bangs the door, and Ginger looks to see who it is.]

Nick: You called? Nick and…

Fetcher: Fetcher.

Nick: At your service.

[Ginger comes out the door. Suddenly, she hears dogs barking and sees Mr. Tweedy looking out the farmhouse window]

Ginger: Over here!

[She leads Nick and Fetcher to a corner.]

Ginger: We need some more things.

Nick: Right you are, miss! [opens a lunchbox and holds up a couple thimbles] How about this quality, hand-crafted tea set?

Ginger: Um, no...

Fetcher: [holds up a drain plug on a chain] Or this lovely necklace and pendant?

Ginger: Well, it's lovely...

Nick: [holds up a badminton birdie] Or how about this little number that's all the rage in the most fashionable coops in Paris. Simply pop it on like so... [pops it on Ginger's head, feathers side up so that she looks like an Indian] And as the French hens say, 'Voila!'

Fetcher: That is French.

Nick: And that's two hats in one, miss. For parties... [turns the birdie over, making it look like a wedding veil] ...For weddings! Uh, madame! This makes you look like a vision, like a dream.

Fetcher: Like a duck!

[Nick glares at him]

Ginger: No, thank you. [takes off the birdie and shows a diagram of a catapult] We're making this. We need these things. Can you get them?

Nick: Ooh-hoo-hoo. Ooh, This is a big job, miss. Uh, bigger than the other ones. No, no, this is gonna cost.

Ginger: Same as always: one bag of seed. [hands Nick a bag of chicken feed]

Nick: You call this pay?!

Fetcher: It's chicken feed!

Ginger: What else could go wrong?

Nick: Eggs.

Ginger: Eggs?!

Fetcher: Eggs. [holds up an egg cup and licks his lips]

Ginger: We can't give you our eggs. They're too valuable.

Nick: And so are we. [packs up to leave] After you, Fetcher.

Fetcher: [pause] After I what?

Nick: Move!

Ginger: Think everyone, think. What haven't we tried yet?

Babs: Uh--

Bunty: We haven't tried not trying to escape.

Babs: [happily] Hmm. That might work.

Ginger: What about Edwina? How many more empty nests will it take?

Bunty: Well, perhaps it wouldn't be empty if she'd spent more time laying and less time escaping!

Ginger: So laying eggs all your life and then getting plucked, stuffed and roasted is good enough for you, is it?

Babs: It's a living.

Ginger: Do you know what the problem is? Are not just all around us. The fences are here in your head. There is a better place out there, beyond on the hill, outdoors, trees and grass. You imagine it, with fresh grass and green.

Chicken #1: And who feeds us?

Ginger: We feed ourselves.

Chicken #2: Where is the farm?

Ginger: There is no farm.

Babs: Then where does the farmer live?

Ginger: There is no farmer, Babs.

Babs: Is he on holiday?

Ginger: He isn't anywhere! Don't you get it? There's no role call, no dogs, no coups and locks and keys, and no fences!

Bunty: In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic... LOAD OF TRIPE!

[The chickens start murmuring]

Bunty: Let's face the facts, ducks. The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.

Ginger: Then there's still a chance.

[first lines]

[Ginger has just dug a hole with a spoon to get under the fence. She signals Bunty, Babs, Edwina and some other chickens to come over to the fence, but they make a loud noise once they come to the fence]

Bunty: [loud whispering] Shush!

Babs: [whimpers]

[Bunty tries to get under the fence, but she is too big. Mr. Tweedy hears this and turns around]

Bunty: I'm stuck!

[Ginger rolls her eyes and goes to help Bunty get under the fence, but Edwina, Babs and the other chickens are making too much noise trying to push Bunty under. Once Ginger arrives to the rescue, she puts her wing over Bunty's beak so that Mr. Tweedy doesn't hear her. Unfortunately, the noise of Edwina, Babs and the other chickens trying to push her under the fence attracts the attention of the dogs. Ginger hears the dogs and sees Mr. Tweedy trying to hold them back]

Ginger: Get back!

Ginger: Listen. We'll either die free chickens or we die trying.

Babs: Are those the only choices?

[After everyone is yelling]

Rocky: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Let's back up and start from the top. Where am I?

Ginger: Uh, you're right, how rude of us. We're just very exci-- [clears throat] This is a chicken farm.

Babs: And we're the chickens. [winks]

Rocky: Ah, I'm with you so far. Chicken farm, chickens--

Fowler: [about Rocky] I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together.

Ginger: Fowler, please!

Fowler: And he's a yank!

Rocky: Easy, pops. Cockfighting's illegal where I come from.

Bunty: And where is that, exactly?

Rocky: Ah, just a little place I call The Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave.

Mac: Scotland!

Rocky: No! America!

Chickens: Oooh! America!

Fowler: Poppycock! Pushy Americans, always showing up late for ever war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here! [exits Hut 17]

Rocky: Hey, what's eatin' Grandpa?

Ginger: Uh, don't mind him, Mr...Mr.?

Rocky: The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short.

Random: Rocky Rhodes?

Rocky: Catchy, ain't it?

Ginger: Um, Mr. Rhodes, is this you?

Rocky: Uh, who wants to know?

Ginger: A group of rather desperate chickens. You see, if it is you, then you just might be the answer to our prayers.

[Rocky nervously looks at the chickens, who giggle anxiously]

Rocky: Well, then, call me a miracle, doll face, 'cause that's me.

Chickens: Oooh!

Agnes: And what brings you to England, Mr. Rhodes?

Rocky: Why, all the beautiful English chicks, of course.

Ginger: Alright, Fowler! Ready for takeoff!

Fowler: Behind you all the way!

Ginger: But... you're supposed to be up there! [points to the cockpit] You're the pilot!

Fowler: Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption.

Ginger: But... but back in your day. The Royal Air Force.

Fowler: 644 Squadron, Poultry Division! We were the mascots.

Ginger: You mean you never actually flew the plane!?

Fowler: Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of complex aircraft!

[The chickens hear this and start chattering in a panic.]

Hen: We're all gonna die!

Ginger: You have to fly it. You're always talking about 'back in your day,' well, today is your day!

Bunty: You can do it, you old sausage.

[Fowler pulls himself together, stands and salutes.]

Fowler: Wing Commander T.I. Fowler reporting for duty. [The hens cheer; Fowler impatiently talks over them, heading for the cockpit.] Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's get this crate off the ground!

Rocky: So, you wanna fly? Well, it ain't gonna be easy, and it ain't gonna happen overnight either. You see, flying takes three things - hard work, perseverance and... hard work.

Fowler: You said 'hard work' twice!

Rocky: That's because it takes twice as much work as perseverance. [licks a feather and shows it to the hens, making all of them except Ginger laugh]

Fowler: Codswallop! [muttering] Cocky Yanks think that they know it all... [goes back into Hut 1]

Nick: We slipped into the farmer's room, all quiet, like...

Fetcher: [interrupting] Like a fish!

Nick: Yeah, and we-- [pauses] Like a FISH? You stupid Norbert.

Nick: [aboard the flying machine] The exits are located here and here. In the quite likely event of an emergency, put your head between your knees and--

Fetcher: Kiss your bum goodbye!

Mr. Willard Tweedy: [being attacked by the chickens] MRS. TWEEDY, THE CHICKENS ARE REVOLTING!

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy: [with her back turned, not paying attention] Finally, something we agree on.

[On the flying machine]

Fowler: We need more power!

Mac: I cannae work miracles, Cap'n! We're giving her all she's got!

[later, when Mrs. Tweedy grabs onto the string that the flying machine is pulling]

Fowler: Great Scott! What was that?

Mac: A cling-on, Cap'n! And the engines can't take it!

[Ginger makes a speech to the hens with Rocky behind her]

Ginger: I knew it was possible.

Rocky: Uh its possible alright.

Ginger: I knew the answer would come.

Rocky: Amen!

Ginger: We're all going to fly over that fence, and Mr. Rhodes is going to show us how, right?

Rocky: That's r-- W-W-What? Did you say 'fly'?

Ginger: You can teach us.

Rocky: No, I can't. [The other hens sigh in despair] Listen. Shh! You hear that? [Silence] That's the open road calling my name and I was born to answer that call. Bye! [Dashes out the coop]

Babs: He must have very good hearing.

[Fowler is forced to share his bunk in Hut 1 with Rocky]

Fowler: Absolutely outrageous! Asking a senior officer to share his quarters! And with a non-commissioned Yank, no less! Why, back in my day, I'd never...

Rocky: Hey! You weren't exactly MY first choice either. And scoot over! Your wing's on my side of the bunk-

Fowler: 'YOUR SIDE OF THE BUNK'?! The whole bunk is my side of the bunk!

Rocky: [snapping back] Just-- Uh, what's that smell?! Is that your breath?

Fowler: [grumbling] ... It's absolutely outrageous...

Ginger: So that's it. You're from the circus.

Rocky: [alarmed] Shh!

Ginger: You're on the run, aren't you?

Rocky: [pulls Ginger behind Hut 17] You wanna keep it down?! I'm trying to lay low here!

Ginger: I should turn you in right now!

Rocky: You wouldn't… would you?

Ginger: Give me one reason why I shouldn't.

Rocky: Because I'm... cute? [Ginger stares at him and squawks loudly, he quickly clamps her beak shut] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! What kind of crazy chick are you? Do you know what'll happen if he finds me?!

Ginger: It's a cruel world.

Rocky: I've just decided, I don't like you.

Ginger: I've just decided, I don't care. Now show us how to fly.

Rocky: With this wing?!

Ginger: Teach us, then!

Rocky: No!

[Ginger squawks again]

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy: He's valuable, you say?

Circus Man: Sure.

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy: [to Mr. Tweedy] Get the torch.

Rocky: [clamps her beak closed again] Now you listen here, sister. I'm not going back to that life! I'm a lone free ranger; emphasis on 'free'!

Ginger: And that's what we want: freedom! [Rocky notices the Tweedys approaching] Fancy that, they're coming this way.

Rocky: Uh, no! Uh, no, they're after me!

Ginger: Teach us to fly, and we'll hide you.

Rocky: And if I don't? [Ginger starts to squawk again when Rocky clamp her beak shut the instant she does] Was your father, by any chance, a vulture?

Ginger: Do we have a deal? [Offers her wing to seal the deal. Rocky reluctantly agrees and Ginger pulls him behind Hut 17]

Rocky: Time to make good on that deal, doll–

Ginger: [grabs his beak] The name... is Ginger. [knocks on the wall of Hut 17. A hidden door opens and two chickens grab her and Rocky and take them inside]

Ginger: I thought you were going to teach us how to fly.

Rocky: That's what I'm doing.

Ginger: [chuckles] Isn't there usually some flapping involved?

Rocky: Hey, do I tell you how to lay eggs? Relax. We're making progress.

Ginger: Really? I can't help feeling we're going round in circles. [points to the chickens, who are indeed, spinning around in circles]

Rocky: What the--? Hey! Cut it out! You're making me dizzy! [The chickens stop, and start wobble around uneasily and toppling over] Yeah. I think they're ready to fly now.

Ginger: Good, 'cause they certainly can't walk anymore.

[After Ginger has told the chickens that the Tweedys are planning to kill them all]

Rocky: Listen, I've met some hard-boiled eggs in my day, but I'd say you're about 20 minutes!

Ginger: And what's that supposed to mean?

Rocky: It means you gotta lighten up. You see, over in America, we have this rule - 'If you want to motivate someone, don't mention death!'

Ginger: Funny. Over here, the rule is 'Always tell the truth!'

Rocky: Uh, and hey, that's been working like a real charm, hasn't it? Here's some free advice: you want them to perform? Tell them what they wanna hear.

Ginger: You mean lie?[she exits Hut 1]

Rocky: [sighs] Here we go again. You know what your problem is? You're... difficult!

Ginger: Why? Because I'm honest? I care about what happens to them. Something I wouldn't expect a Lone Free Ranger to know anything about!

Rocky: Hey, if this is the way you show it, I hope you never care about me!

Ginger: I can assure you, I never will!

Rocky: Good!

Ginger: Fine!

[The pie machine has been built and Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy looks at it]

Mr. Willard Tweedy: Ooh! That's champion, that is. What is it?

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy: It's a pie machine, you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out.

Mr. Willard Tweedy: Uh! What kind of pies?

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy: [sarcastically] Apple.

Mr. Willard Tweedy: My favorite!

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy: [forcefully] CHICKEN pies, you great lummox! [calmly] Imagine it! In less than a fortnight, every grocer's in the county will be stocked with box upon box of 'Mrs Tweedy's Homemade Chicken Pies'.

Mr. Willard Tweedy: Just 'Missus'?

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy: Woman's touch. Makes the public feel more comfortable.

Mr. Willard Tweedy: Uh, right. How does it work? [about to pull the gearshift]

Mrs. Melisha Tweedy: [slaps Mr. Tweedy on the hand] Get me a chicken (first) and I'll show you.

Mr. Willard Tweedy: I know just the one. [walks out to get Ginger]

[last lines; before end credits]

Nick: Here's a thought. Why don't we get an egg and start out own chicken farm? That way we'd have all the eggs we could eat.

Fetcher: Right. We'll need a chicken, then.

Nick: No, no, we need an egg. You have the egg first, that's where you get the chicken from.

Fetcher: No, that's cobblers. If you don't have a chicken, how are you going to get the egg?

Nick: From the chicken that comes from the egg.

Fetcher: Yeah, but you have to have an egg to have a chicken.

Nick: Yeah, but you've got to get the chicken first to get the egg, and then you get the egg to get the chicken out of...

Fetcher: Hang on. Let's go over this again?

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[very last lines]

Nick: The egg, obviously. Rollin' along, happy as Larry. Then, crack! Hatches into the first chicken.

Fetcher: Yeah, but where'd the egg come from, then?

Nick: What do you mean, 'Where'd it come from?'

Fetcher: Egg comes rollin' along, happy as Larry. It's wonderin'; where'd it come from? Without a chicken, you get no egg to come rollin' along.

Nick: Well, conversely, without an egg to hatch into the chicken, there will be no chicken to lay the other egg that hatches into the chicken that lays the egg I mentioned in the first place.

Fetcher: So we got 2 eggs now?

Nick: No, we're still talking about the very first egg.

Fetcher: Yeah, but what happened about the very first chicken?

Nick: He's in the very first egg! Aren't you listenin'?

Rocky: Uh, guys. Guys, tryin' to enjoy paradise over here. (So whatever you're talking about, can you please knock it off?)

Nick: Uh, sorry, guv.

Fetcher: Beg your pardon.

Nick: Won't happen again.

Rocky: Thanks.

Nick: Gitface.

Fetcher: Pillock.

Nick: Thinks he's such a big shot 'cause he's got his name on a poster. These show biz folk are all the same.

Fetcher: Yeah, the rats are the stars, actually.

Nick: Yeah, of course they are.

Fetcher: But he does get all the birds.

Nick: We do all the hard work, he gets all the credit.

Fetcher: He gets everything.

Nick: Yes, he does. Everything.

Fetcher: You said it, mate.

Nick: I know.

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Taglines

• This Ain't No Chick Flick!
• Escape or Die Frying.
• A Few Good Hen.
• There's Nothing More Determined Than Poultry With A Plan.
• She's Poultry In Motion.
• Feathers Will Fly!
• The Lone Free Ranger.
• It's Chicken Impossible.
• A Chicken Will Rise!
• The Cluck Stops Here.
• Run, Don't Walk!

Voice cast

• Julia Sawalha — Ginger
• Mel Gibson - Rocky Rhodes
• Lynn Ferguson — Mac
• Jane Horrocks — Babs
• Imelda Staunton — Bunty
• Benjamin Whitrow — Fowler
• Phil Daniels — Fetcher
• Timothy Spall — Nick
• Tony Haygarth — Mr. Willard Tweedy
• Miranda Richardson — Mrs. Melisha Tweedy
• Phil Proctor – Chickens
• Jack Angel – Circus Man

External links

• Chicken Run quotes at the Internet Movie Database
• Chicken Run at Rotten Tomatoes

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