Winter was usually the slow season at the menagerie, with so many of the animals hibernating, but that year I was busier than a hen with a double set of chicks.
This winter, typically a quiet time at the menagerie due to many animals hibernating, turned out to be exceptionally busy. The usual serene atmosphere was disrupted as there were numerous tasks to manage, making it feel overwhelming.
Instead of the expected lull, the narrator found themselves completely occupied, likening their hectic schedule to a hen trying to care for far too many chicks. This vivid analogy emphasizes the chaos and unexpected...