Garden Velociraptors

I’m convinced that chickens are evolved from velociraptors.  They certainly act like miniature carnivorous dinosaurs.  With feathers.  Watching them attack a snail is nothing short of horrifying.  My girlfriend Jessie took me down to the co-op as a surprise and we picked out some chicks together.  I think she secretly acknowledges what a procrastinator I am even though she graciously never brings it up.  This, in turn, forced Hubs to build the coop.  We poured over DIY plans all over the internet and finally settled on picking what we liked from a few different plans and hobbled together our own.

Let me introduce the girls.  They are Pain, Panic, Brunhilde, and Jabberbabywocky.  We had Misery, but she died on the seventh day after getting her.  She’s now under the weird tree no one can identify.  Pain is the strawberry blonde.  She’s also my favorite.  Panic is the grey one.  She’s also the most squirrelly.  Brunhilde is the leader and a Rhode Island Red.  Jabs is a Wellsummer and Hubs’s favorite.  He likes to make pictures of her next to beer can chickens on the grill.  Meanie.