The jungle chickens looked out their coop door this morning and gave one big collective thumbs down. I kicked the snow away from their doorway, so they'd have a clear place to land. They said, "No. Thank you, but no." I scraped a path for them from their coop clear over to their jungle tree. They said, "Don't bother. We're not coming." All day. Not so much as a cluck or a cackle or a crow outside. I think the jungle chickens are done with winter.
I'm done too. Bring on the spring please.