Later today, we collect the chicken coop and run. (Oooh, that sentence is remarkably like 'eats shoots and leaves.')
My nesting instinct is rampant at the moment. I think we can safely blame that on Laurie and Irene for producing the most adorable grandbaby, Matilda.My hormones have to have an outlet somewhere...
The thought of keeping chickens makes me smile. I have just heard that there are 200 rescue chickens at a local animal shelter waiting to be rehomed. I only hope Fantastic Mr. Fox isn't rubbing his paws with glee as well.
Be warned, Reynard: The chicken coop shall be the Fort Knox of the poultry world, named Fort Clux.
And now, because I haven't anything more to add until the great moment arrives - some chicken-themed cartoons:
Yes indeed, peace everyone!