He wanted to see what was going on.
I have no memory of it, but my parents told me when I was about 8 years old I hopped out of bed one night about 11:00 and proceeded out the front door in 30 degree weather to go feed the chickens. I had on a nightgown and no shoes. They followed me out and asked me what I was doing and I told them I was feeding the chickens. The chicken house was out the back door and I’d fed them hours earlier. They took me by the hand and walked me back into the house and tucked me back into bed. I remembered nothing of the adventure the next morning.