Friday night

nora & madelyn, w/ anon. chicks on floor

Just trying to get caught up.  Failing miserably.  The house needs vacuuming very badly since the dust and fur from the dogs is EVERYwhere.  It's really shameful, but I cough at the least encouragement, so less busyness really is mandatory.

But chicken life is fun.  Gary and I had to pick up two of the kids from a dinner with their Sunday School class tonight, and when we got back, the remainder of the kids were blocked in the kitchen and playing with the chickens.  Gary says it's like watching a tiny circus.  Or an aquarium.  Or a fire in the fireplace. Just watching them is a kick.

We really have to watch the big dogs.  The pugs are curious about the chicks, but more interested in their feed.  We left the kitchen unattended day before yesterday for only about 2 minutes, really, 2 minutes.  In that time, Opal our shepherd/husky had pushed aside the dog gate, gotten to the cardboard box the chicks are in, left some awful chew marks on the side of the box and was in the process of trying to knock it over.  In two minutes?  Seriously?  Thankfully the water container in the box is heavy and weighted it down enough to prevent Opal from having a snack.

Second son says we'd better think of the chickens as goldfish rather than pets.  He might have the right idea.