my servants work hard below me. you can see in the floor plan above that there is actually a bedroom down here too. once the temperature drops below 50 degrees – stop feeding until spring. i hate to admit it, but they were even better than my grandma’s! my love, thoughts and prayers go out to you. there was no trace of mind in the expression of any one of these poor creatures, who scarcely know they have a soul, and have not an idea beyond the day. 