The chicks are flying, and they are getting a little cheeky about it:
This little chickie flew up to the edge of the box, perched there and looked at me as if to say, 'do you see me? do you see me? did you see me fly up here? huh, did you?'. The other day Mr. Lucy walked into the laundry room and there were chickens on the dryer, chickens on the floor, and a chicken on the chair. The all stood stock still and went dead silent. Then, as if on cue, they all flew back into the box. Like little kids caught in the cookie jar. They're so funny. Fuzzy still likes to watch TV with me in the evening.
Do you know that taking pictures of these dogs is even harder than taking pictures of chickens? 
Do you think they could both look at the camera at the same time? Apparently not.
And because, once upon a time this was a craft blog, I have a few works-in-very-slow-progress to show:
We'll see what I actually get done this weekend, since I absolutely need to build a roost and nesting boxes for the chicken coop and get them moved out there.
