"I've decided I've experienced enough of winter to determine that I like it. Sure, it's cold and the daylight leaves quicker, but it has its own charm, even if we're all waiting for spring."

One of the chickens has decided to come investigate the newcomer, examining her boots and pecking at the mud as if it will yield what is being sought. Fever looks down at the chicken, and then back up to Radar.

"Do they mind being picked up?"