Long Weekend

This past weekend the chickens set a new record time spent home alone. Three nights!

I was out of town for the weekend, and after thinking about taking them to the farm from whence they came, I decided I'd rather leave them at home. So I chicken-proofed the spare room, gave them food and water, closed the door, and left. I worried about them while I was gone, but when I got back Monday night, the first thing I did, before I even entered the house, was go look at them through the window. Sure enough, there they were, poo everywhere, looking back at me. So I went in and let them out, and boy were they glad to see daddy. They have since been following me around and clucking a lot, and don't seem a bit the worse for their long weekend in confinement.

These chickens are badass.