As many of you know, our family now has pet chickens. Chickens make surprisingly good pets and something happened this week to illustrate just how attacked to “their boys” our fluffy girls have gotten. Whenever I drive up our driveway from picking up the boys, the hens see our car coming and they will rush around the house and stand at the gate clucking. One of the boys hopped out of the car and ran to the gate. He opened it up to cuddle his hen. But Paintball saw that her boy was not there at the gate. Then she spotted him, sitting in the car finishing up a page in his book. This shiny black hen zipped out of the gate, clucked across the porch, and ran to the car. Then she jumped up inside the car to be with her boy. Of course he promptly snatched her up to snuggle her. What good pets we have. Thanks Rolana for our wonderful hens!
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!