Poor boys
It’s been in the low twenties this week, which is as cold as it ever gets here. Our last two surviving birds have been through nights this cold, but only when they were part of a flock to cuddle with. They’re bachelors now.
Reflecting on how awful it would be to go out in the morning and find them stone dead, the last three nights I tiptoe out after they’ve gone to bed, shove them in cat carriers and bring them into the laundry room for the night.
It’s not warm back there, but it’s not freezing. The room with the fire would probably kill them with thermal shock. Also, they start doodle-doodling before the sun comes up.
Last time tonight and then it warms up a bit.
Look, I know I’m the last person who should say this (just look at that cockerel meld into the bars of the cage like a T-1000), but I’m getting tired of AI video on X and AI voiceovers on YouTube. I’m’a start blocking soon! Just saying.
January 5, 2026 — 5:27 pm
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