I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. And I do not want to stay out here too long, Lady Human. Whatever are you doing?
Me: Thawing out the chickens’ water. As long as this cold spell lasts, I’m going to have to thaw their frozen water several times a day.
Stella: How come they don’t mind the cold?
Me: They are covered with down feathers. It’s like wearing a warm blanket all the time. The county agent says that they are good to about 20 degrees below zero, so they ought to have 20 degrees more leeway tonight. It’s only going down to zero.
Stella: Zero. As in nothing?
Me: Well, temperature is on a scale, so it’s all relative.
Stella: If you say so.
Me: I know you don’t understand.
Stella: I understand one thing. It’s freaking cold.
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