It's about 12 degrees with the windchill here. In Portland. Crazy.
So that means I have chickens in my bathtub. I couldn't leave them outside, even with the heat lamp. When I got home, they were in their coop as they should be, and far enough away from the heat lamp that I knew that they weren't *that* cold, but c'mon! their water was frozen. So Brownbear may be a bit cranky when he comes home and sees four completely daft birds in the bathtub, but I can rest knowing for sure that I won't wake up to frozen chickens.