Rather than congratulating me on the wellbeing of the budgies or any number of cats Isabelle makes a bee-line straight across the kitchen to embrace that malingering chicken.
"What's wrong with him? his comb's all dark! have you been feeding him?"
"Well I haven't actually seen it eating much but it must be, because it's still pooing everywhere."
"He's starving hungry! you've got to hold him still or he falls over backwards......"
Suddenly Stuart's suggestion of putting it outside for the night when it was -6 C. seem like the words of a sage.
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There's a cold snap forecast for Friday ;-)
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