Why We Called This Meeting

No, the chickens were not down at my house to deliver the eggs.

They had moseyed down the driveway to raid the bird feeder on the apple tree.

But hens don't like snow. Or slush. So they came up the steps to present their complaint to management regarding the current weather conditions.

And yes, that is a big cement poodle sitting on the doorstep. She belongs in the Animal Cemetery, in honour of Amy, Toby and Holly, our wonderful dogs that have gone on, but she winters at the house for protection.