Angry Birds

  Call me a softy, but with the weather now turning a bit colder, I took pity on “the Girls.”
  My wife’s hens, whom she has anthropomorphized as “the Girls” have taken to their new digs outdoors and seemed to be acclimated.
  And then the weather forecast started predicting plunging temperatures.
  Combine that with the recent rain, and I decided to have our sixth-grader help me rustle up the birds and give them temporary accommodations in the garage.