The subject line worried me and I was all set to be saddened. Matter of fact, I was already feelin' morose about a departure.
Whew! Just checking chickens in undies and muck boots! My jammies are just a long T-shirt... And with a mature gal, it's awfully obvious there ain't no nothin' else on under it!
Chickens don't care.
Loved the story - and I've been quick with odd answers, usually with a cigarette and a cup of coffee, first.
But if I do rush out there without running a brush through my hair first, I can forget about doing that for quite some time 'cause they ain't no mirrors out in the coop nor yard.
THAT'S gotta be scary no matter how coherent I might sound.