I apologize if you're not a chicken person. I'm sure you're sick of the pictures. But these little ladies are our life right now. Our promise of spring.
When I started puberty, I wore the same yellow sweatshirt with iron-on bears on the front every.single.day. I went to camp and didn't shower for a whole week (hey - I went to the pool every day!). I had a crush on a boy named Tim. And there were zits.
The girls are there.
Sasha, Courtney, and Lake Michigan have seen cuter days.
But there's something about their gawky-ness that is just so....you know.....likeable.
They make me miss my junior high students. I mean it.
Sage McCage doesn't seem to notice their awkwardness. This week, she is their most tender fan.
Bonus of turning Chicken-13?........They flap their wings and fall gracefully when dropped!
We counted them when we put them back in their garage coop, and there are now 21 instead of 19. I think they age AND multiply in their sleep?!