Too cold for me outside. I'm in for a second cup of coffee and a dry pair of socks. No school in Muskogee today because everything that melted yesterday turned to ice overnight.
My flock seems cranky. They don't like the cold, but a few are developing their flying muscles. They fly from high, dry spot to high, dry spot. One of the packing peanut capons chose my shoulder as a high, dry spot, and he stayed there for three trips into the barn and two trips into the house to defrost water buckets. On the second defrosting trip Therese and Agatha (house cats) realized the chicken was not a natural part of my jacket, and they started circling my boots, calling to the cockerel, and making "Come down and play with us" faces. As soon as I got outside, the cockerel rejoined his friends. I think the cats spooked him. He is used to the barn cats, since they ignore the chickens. The house cats were too attentive. I think they would have enjoyed a nice game of cat-pile on the chicken if he'd left my shoulder while inside the house.