Jan. 24, 2013 – Well, put me in a seal-tight bag and call me Birdseye as I believe I have been flash-frozen like a serving of petite green peas! My goodness! We are hardy chickens, but this Arctic bad boy needs to go. I’m wearing a dickie turtleneck and a bomber hat. I traded my comb for an icepick. Wilma pretended she was Officer Byrd, and kept walking up behind us yelling, “FREEZE!” It’s incredible! Rather than drive their kids to school, parents have decided not to educate their children. Dogs are wearing cats. I named the frozen blocks of snow in our yard, “Icehendge”. It is so cold that I am going to call Apple and suggest they invent the iParka. (Good to know the freeze has not yet reached my brain! I’m on fire!!) And yet… I long for a warm spring morning where the sun is shining, worms are plentiful and the sound of happy chickens fill the air; from my beak to God’s ears.