It was dobcold in the chickenyard late this afternoon that most of the chickens were fluffed up and inside their house, like 9386. Six other stalwarts had ventured out into the creaking cold and were standing very still and puffed out.
I especially liked 9331, who was sitting in a dust bowl and shaped like a gourd. I was so cold I drew these hens in under three minutes and then slammed my book in my pocket and my gloves back on my hands.
Early this morning I watched the sunrise and moon set at almost the same time, running back and forth between bedroom and kitchen!