Freezing Phoebe

O.k. I just can't take it anymore.  

Little Phoebe is wasting her entire summer hiding in the nest box all puffed up and insanely broody. She has barely seen the light of day since late May. Her beady eyes are getting beadier, and every day she looks less like a respectable Speckled Sussex and more like a cupcake. 

It's time for an intervention. 

So last night I froze several gallon-zipper-bags full of water, and right now I'm heading to the coop to implement this diabolical plan.

Come out and seize the day, my little lunatic chicken!