Just hanging with the roost.
Some chickens went on to new homes yesterday, so I'll have to make up some more. Jess has claimed three as her very own. She rounded them up in their "coop"(laundry basket) Then asked me what they ate. I told her they were pretend chickens, so I think maybe pretend chicken feed. She decided chicken feed sounded gross, and they would instead eat pretend chips. Jess then proceeded to pick up the very tiny fabric scraps from around the sewing machine, and threw them to her chickens, all they time saying,"Chick, chickchickchick..."
It was damn cute. It almost made up for her complete meltdown that morning.