We have chickens on the brain. Yesterday morning Tom woke up crowing that the heat lamp had burned out over the girls. So we ran around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to find a new bulb to keep the girls warm. Turns out Tom was just saying that the sky was falling. The bulb hadn't burned out at all, he just couldn't see it because the half built coop was in the way. I won't let this get stuck in my craw, he is not a bird brain he just broods over his chicks. He was counting his chickens before they hatched in anticipation of fresh eggs. I'm just hard boiled when it comes to these chicks. Tom rules the roost when it come to his girls.
brilliant.
ReplyDeleteHopefully you weren't mad as a wet hen over this whole ordeal, and nobody flew the coop over it either.....