I will never understand the hamster wheel that turns inside that feather head. I went out around 7:30 to check on Sherry's whereabouts and because I'd shut the gate at snack time she was in the corner of the run fluffed up big as she could be.
I picked her up and boy were her feet and legs cold!

You know how some kids go outside in a winter coat, with a hat and mittens and shorts?

Yeah, that. She was sleeping
standing in the corner, not even hunkered down.
I cuddled and cooed at her and petted and kissed her head and put her inside on her new little floor-level roost facing her freshly made bed

with an air of "look what I have made, I am the mighty fixer of things and you shall now enjoy my benevolence".
She stayed there for about three minutes considering it then turned herself around and stepped off the log. I think she sensed I was just outside because she slowly walked step by step kitty corner across the coop past the door to where the ducks usually nap. Tonight, of course, they decided to cuddle under the roost bar that BSW - and until some time recently, Sherry - claimed.
Whatever.
I went out again around 9 and she's still there. Inside but ignoring my handiwork. I'm calling it a victory nonetheless. Tomorrow is its own challenge.