Birds of a feather

Rather than inundating both readers of ye ol' blog with pregnancy update after update after update... I thought I'd offer a little alternative entertainment to watching the election results. (Note: I promise this will be muuuuuuch less stressful to read than counting electoral votes).

So, this boy:

Got his very own chicken coop, complete with chickens from Grandma.

The hens are Lucy and Hannah. The rooster (not the look of controlled fear on Specs) is named Piranha. That should tell you about Specs' feelings for roosters in general.

But these chickens. People, you would not believe the level of care these chickens receive.

If Specs misses closing up the coop for the night and Aquaman goes out to do it, he's immediately interrogated by Specs when he comes back inside.

Specs: "Dad, did you close the coop? They need to be inside so they stay warm."

Aquaman: "Yep. I closed the coop."

Specs: "You made sure you closed the door?"

Aquaman (bless his patient heart): "They're all inside."

Specs: "But did you tuck them in?"

And now that our northern tundra is starting to get even chillier, Specs goes out every morning to deliver tap water to his flock. And then comes this conversation:

Me: "Specs, it wasn't that cold last night. Their water didn't freeze."

Specs: "But their water is cold. I'm getting them a drink of warm water."

Yep. We would be the family that has a chicken coop with its own personal butler/valet.

--Kae--