It's a mear three degrees below zero outside this morn! The wind, she has come up from the north, driving the temps further down. The watering pale was froze solid and to the ground a fixed, it was. The geese droppings, a pile of froze shiit, blocked the inside door to the chickens. Plenty of stuff to do for the birds, I say. The cold, she has changed the routine of wildbirds too! They have yet come into for breakfast. Aye, the adventures of the frozen north! I dream of spring! I hear its just around the corner, it is! Which corner I say? Which corner?