I am absolutely NOT exaggerating when I tell you she is in love LOVE with this man:
who, as you can plainly see in this picture, belongs to me.
ME.
However, this chicken runs when Brent calls her name, lets him pet her and makes sounds I didn't know could come from a bird when he walks into our backyard.
Ridiculous.
Yesterday Adi and I were playing in the backyard waiting for him to get home and the chickens were just wandering around eating bugs, grass, whatever chickens do. Then Brent came home and sat by us out in the yard. Thirty seconds later this chick was laying in the grass next to my husband.
I tell him it's because he's the only man in her life besides Hudson, and he doesn't really count because he would secretly like us to roast her for dinner. I feed the things, give them water, clean out their coop, make sure they have a warm light to sleep under, and dig up and hand-feed them LIVE worms (yuck) and. Brent walks out, rounds them up a few times, talks sweet to them, and Stella falls for him.
Stupid chicken.
These are the other ones I currently don't have an issue with:
This is Peep. We call her that because that's what she does. All day. Peeps. I'm pretty sure this is what people are talking about when they call someone a chicken. She's pretty jumpy and really prefers to be just like this, nestled in the straw.
Roxy. Because she kinda looks like an 80's rock star.
Thelma and Louise. These girlies eat, sleep, peck and would probably road trip and scheme together if they could.
Brent probably deserves their affection a little more than I give him credit for. He takes care of them at night when I can't wake up from my lack-of-sleep-induced coma to take care of them. He's chased them around the yard more than once because I couldn't get them back in their little house. He has scooped his share of poop. And he's building them a pretty cute little coop. He really is amazing. He's just building it in his spare time with NO plans, and he wants it to look great and be just right.
AND really, what man would agree to let his wife have chickens AND help her with them just because she's always wanted them? That's love people. I'm spoiled ROTTEN.
Stella's just jealous.
Brent probably deserves their affection a little more than I give him credit for. He takes care of them at night when I can't wake up from my lack-of-sleep-induced coma to take care of them. He's chased them around the yard more than once because I couldn't get them back in their little house. He has scooped his share of poop. And he's building them a pretty cute little coop. He really is amazing. He's just building it in his spare time with NO plans, and he wants it to look great and be just right.
AND really, what man would agree to let his wife have chickens AND help her with them just because she's always wanted them? That's love people. I'm spoiled ROTTEN.
Stella's just jealous.
4 comments:
Very cute chicks and I love the coop. I really HATE chickens. I had to take care of them growing up and my brother would lock me in our coop. Truman wants to be a chicken farmer when he gets older. Maybe one day we will get a few when we live somewhere bigger.
That has to be the cutest post EVER! I want chickens so bad! I only have 1. And i'm in love with Roxy! What kind is she? I think I may have to order some!
That is so insanely funny. I giggled through the whole thing. You are right, Brent is great and does spoil you rotten. It's great though huh? I am spoilt rotten too. Stella has reason to be jealous.
That is so insanely funny. I giggled through the whole thing. You are right, Brent is great and does spoil you rotten. It's great though huh? I am spoilt rotten too. Stella has reason to be jealous.
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