Every morning, every evening, the chicks are just a little different. Their necks stretch a bit longer; a few more feathers sprout on their wings.
The favorite joke around here these days:
“Why are chicks so easy to buy?”
“Because they’re cheep, cheep, cheep!”
The kids adore them, and the little ones especially will disappear for an hour scrambling to catch the chicks, sing to them and play games that only fresh minds understand.
Yes, they are still living in my bathroom– a fact that makes everyone laugh when they visit– “You really have chickens in the bathtub?”
Sadly, our little sweeties are about to outgrow the adorable phase and morph into awkward teenage chickens. They’ll also be flying out of my bathtub before I know it.
So this weekend, we determined we could build a fab chicken coop for the cost of a trip to southern Utah. I’ve been buttering Erik up:
“I’m so grateful to have a husband who can build things.”
“Drilling and sawing are such bonding experiences for the boys.”
“Safety glasses are sexy.”
So what color do you think for the coop? White, robin’s egg blue, red?