I've been trying to write some fiction. Just some short stories or something. I used to do it all the time; it's been a while. I don't know what I want to get out of anything; I need to be doing something. It's been too long.
It's been cold here a lot. The birds have been all over the feeder. We've had to buy a lot of birdseed.
Something tried to kill one of our chickens, so we've been keeping them in lately; they don't want to run around much anyways because of how cold it is. We think one of her eyes might be missing but it's hard to tell; she might just have it closed.