Ladies and gentlemen:

To each his own.
A blizzard came through the other day.  About 20 fahrenheit  (equivalent of butburning cold in Celcius) and the wind was a rippin'.  Flags in Hermann were horizontal, as was the snow.  The snow was not coming down, it went horizontal.  I can vouch: it was f ing cold.  So those chickens are out there.  It is just around noon, the stove is a cranking in the house, I am comfy, more than comfy actually, good book, glass of wine, tunes on the computer.  But... chicken but, you can't leave the girls out there in their see through house.   
So for good measure  I waited till the maximum wind and snow combination wind chill factor  to go out there with a hammer, nails, plastic, a ladder and tin to give them a wind break.   Had to go back to the house three times to defrost my fingers and refuel.  In the end there was a decent windbreak on the bottom and coup covered in plastic.  Them girly chickens are out there, standing on one leg, snow and rain froze on their wings, clueless.  You can lead a chicken to shelter but you can't get them in there, and they didn't.  
No.... I am comfy here freezing my ass of on one leg.   You can't fix stupid.  Like you can't fix your brother if he lives a life you don't approve of.  What to do but accept?  So I do. 
Was over at a poker game last nite, and one of the guys says I should bolt down the coops because they could blow away in the hurrrricane, but I was comfy again and took my chances, and I will in the future.  The coops  were still in the same place this morning. 
So tonite, twelvish, I go out there, just to check, and there is about 40 of them sitting outside in a rugby huddle, hell no we aint going into that plastic contraption.  We are waiting for the Mayan calender to come, freezing like there is no to maya.   But none of them has frozen and exploded, yet.  You can't fix stupid. 
As far as the title of this blog goes:  Ladies and Gentlemen: The Beatles.  
The song link below is the first time Paul met John, my homey,  who was impressed that Paul knew all the words to this Eddie Cochran song.  So Paul was "in".  So just that you know: the first song ever the Beatles played together, or at least that Paul played a song to George and John.