Travelingjenny

Now what have I been up to?? Working on the darn coop, of course, along with my darling husband. Because the chickens simply must move out to their new quarters soon. After all, they've been living in our house for almost eight weeks now. Don't get me wrong, I love our chicks – they're very… funny. And I love being able to look in on them several times a day and watch their silly antics. But they poop – a lot – and they're living in our living room (in a giant box, silly, we don't live in West Virginia). And they peep – a lot – mostly while Adam is trying to watch baseball, and this forces him to turn the TV up very loud. And while I think it is hilarious that whenever I walk by their box, they scurry about, pleading with their eyes for me to give them some treats, I think I will find it even more hilarious to watch them scratch and peck in the grass outside, finding their own treats like chickens are meant to do. Because chickens are not meant to live in people's houses.