It’s 48℉ right now. Patrick says, “Good morning! It’s still chilly enough to stand on one leg; or stay in the dog house, if you’re Danny Fairbrass.”
I’m laying down as you can see:
Ok, I’m up—I’m up. I suppose breakfast won’t come to me, will it?
The chicks get cuter every day:
Nosey little things, aren’t they? (Just so you know, the picture is red because the chicks are under a heat lamp.) 🐥