I know, I know. I’ve read all the articles about how God gave the chickens feathers and they really don’t need any help from us humans once they are grown. I’ve become well acquainted with the opinion that states heating coops does much more harm than good. And heck, I agree. But when I see a pretty bird looking all mad and fluffed up……I want to jump in my Volvo, race frantically to the nearest hardware store, whip out my Discover, purchase and install a state of the art, heat-producing, cold penetrating, conditioning unit with remote control and programmable comfort. ‘Cause chickens can totally use a remote control you know.
I would end up just freaking them out, then they would start roosting in the trees instead of the coop and then they would all get eaten by owls or hawks and in my vain attempts to coax them down I’d inevitably get a ladder in order to physically retrieve them, considering they unfortunately do not speak English. And since they go to bed around dark and I’ve certainly enjoyed a glass of Merlot by this time I’d probably fall off the ladder, breaking my arm or other such appendage which would be tragic for more than one reason.
I think I’ll just stick to feeling sorry for them and taking their super cute fluffy pictures.