No one here but us chickens

Leo has the chicken pox this week.  At the moment it is my turn to be home with him a couple of days.  Lucky for me, this is also the same time that the temperatures dropped between -15 c and -20c.  Leo and I sit at the window, drinking hot chocolate and waving at all the shivering people.  A perfect winter’s day.

On a side note, Leo does not appreciate my chicken jokes.  He got a bit upset when I asked if there were eggs in his bed and also when I said that I thought I saw feathers growing on him.   Max should be catching this in the next week or so.  I bet I can get him to cluck.  Sickness is only fun if you can entertain with it.