Our newly-built chicken house has been christened with its first eggs!!
Okay, okay, they’re not chicken eggs.
We have a bird’s nest in one of the nesting boxes in our chicken house. I was careful not to touch the nest at all as I admired it.
Anyone read the children’s book Are You My Mother? I can see these little baby birds hatching out, tumbling out of the nesting box, and wandering around the chicken house saying, “Are you my mother? Are you my mother?” to every chicken.
Until one says, “Yes, I am. Come here, my pretty.”
“Now you die.”