Meet Dogfood, Captain Morgan, Nugget, and Princess Parmesan:
|Stacy's photos of her ladies : )|
We just sat and watched them for about ten minutes-- or as she calls it, Chicken TV. Totally transfixing.
Apparently they really like hanging out around people, so she moved her work desk next to the big glass doors by the deck. She said they just sit outside the door and stare at her the whole time. Funniest mental image of the week, seriously. And sure enough, there's an artfully splattered Poop Zone a foot away from the door.
So now not only do I want dogs, cats, rats, rabbits, and a squirrel or two, but chickens are the latest coveted creature. I'm planning a full-"fledged" circus here.
(Bahahahhaa I "crack" myself up.)
(Okay, stopping. Sorry.)
Later that night at home, I excitedly told Jason about how "chickens like to stare at people!!!" Apparently this wasn't as hilarious to him as it was to me, so I just kind of trailed off and cut to the chase:
"Would you want chickens one day? Pleeease?"
"...Would we eat them?"
"What if they died?"
"NO! That's... that's just awkward."
"...What if they died around Thanksgiving?"