No, You Can't Come Out and Play...

Not today anyway. I'm busy. :)

When I open the door to their fancy chicken tractor chalet they now think it's time to come on out and scratch around in new territory. I love these silly birds. I know it's weird and I don't care. And, bless his heart, my Taxman built it so they could come live with me. He told me tonight he doesn't love them as much as me (I accused him of such) but he knew I would love them, so he built it. How many men....none. I know I'm lucky.

xo blip friends...fiori, if you're reading this, my chickens would love for you to come visit.