Oops, you've stumbled upon the Yankee Chicken trying for an Oscar nomination with his portrayal of a heatstroke. He is quite the drama queen, but it is quite toasty right now. See that lower red dial? That's how hot it is in the middle part of our abode at the moment. It's forced The Chicken to seek refuge in the nice, air-conditioned bedroom, in between dumping ice cubes in the cat's water dish, which he's been bathing in to keep his feathers from wilting.
I mean, he has to be careful. A few more degrees and he'll be fricasseed or something else threatening to poultry.
