November 26, 2008 – Cold, dry. I went out to the barn to check on Winston – this is one of those winter nights when I am grateful I am not an animal living out there – and he was sitting comfortably under one of the heat lamps, and I gave him some corn and wondered how much longer he would last, as he hasn’t moved much or stood up firmly for two or three days. Suddenly, he got up on his feet and started crowing, and it startled me, and it sounded quite weak relative to the door-rattling wake up crows I’ve gotten from him over the years. But it was, typically, Winston doing his duty. Perhaps responding to being photographed.