December 6. 2008 – Winston is a tough old bird. On cold days like this, he rarely gets out of the barn, and I bring him some corn in the evening, and he hugs those heat lamps. He seems to be struggling more and more to walk  and move, but his appetite is hearty. When it warms up, he wanders around a bit. I enjoy the nightly visits to the barn, very moody and eerie out there, the barn cats prowling around, the chickens sleeping.