CHICKTORY! The chicks turned eight weeks old and now they get turned out to be EGGBAGS!! EAT THOSE BUGS, GIRLS. MAMMA WANT A QUICHE!
Calliope notices the new chicks.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT.”
What is this green stuff? It’s all so exciting.
CHICKENS. I did not know they grew so fast. Yay for eggs!
You are making me wish I wasn’t allergic to chickens! Ahhh, they’re so cute! I want to snuggle all of them (OK, maybe not that one without neck feathers, sorry, I’m sure she’s a great girl with a fantastic sense of humor). Alas, with my allergy, it would be the last thing I did.
Now I want chickens. A yard would be nice too.
Wow, they are so big! Mmmm, quiche. Lovely senior portraits, I’m sure they will treasure this time…
Man, I never got around to naming ours so they’re named “The Red One” and “That one with the Poo-Butt” and “Didn’t we have three of them?” Also I just realized, WHERE ARE THE TODDS?
The Todds are getting done in tomorrow.
Calliope looks deeply unimpressed.
It’s not doing in the todds, it’s creating delicious drumsticks!
good luck!
Bockstravaganza all up in here! How eggciting!
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