Chickens in the snow

Yesterday we got about 12 inches of snow. My husband is out clearing the driveway/ barnyard now. The girls know what snow is, but they are out of their depth here. I watch my husband open the coop door. The chicken jam begins. They get to the threshold, take one look and do a 180. Immediately we have a 40 chicken pile-up. New leaders emerge and give it another look. At the threshold they consider their options, fate, path? Some take the leap of faith and hop into the white abyss. Some decide to fly over the white stuff, overshoot and poof into a snowbank. I need to rescue and relocate these, but by now everyone else has formed a parade and have made it to safety. Just another day at the Best Little Hen House in Vermont.