Those poor birds. I feel bad for them and worse for y'all! We have a cold front coming through tomorrow bringing some much needed rain. The forecast for Thanksgiving is 76 degrees. If we ever get snow here, they probably won't get their usual morning treats. I'll be bundled up in the bed.
Oh, D - the snow just makes us tough old birds, up here in the north country. I look forward to having an excuse for acting like a little kid to go sledding down our hill. Gotta love it or leave it! Bundle up down there in the south with your cold front of 76 degrees coming through. Maybe wearing some of those guinea fowl leggings will help! Happy Thanksgiving!