Well, our chickens are alive and are being chickens. They have grown and require care and guess who gets to do that? After a frustrating evening of trying to get them in their coop (which my Dad built), I made the girls go out and take care of getting them in and here are a couple pictures I took. I have never laughed so hard I don't think. I can't wait until Abby is in therapy one day or, better yet, telling her husband about her terrible childhood, being forced to raise chickens.
Life is good!
