My chicks are growing up.  Gone are the days when they would settle down for a nice nap after I fed them or look at me with loving eyes full of wonder.  Okay, the last bit never really happened but I like to pretend anyway because now, instead of 6 adorable baby chicks, I have 6 almost full grown, fully feathered, looking-at-me-with-the-evil-eye bitches.  That’s right, I called my chickens bitches.  They’re mean.

Have you ever been pecked by a chicken?  Hmm…no. Well, let me tell you,  IT HURTS!  You think they would  be grateful for the clean bedding, fresh water and food.  But, no!  They’re not.  Instead, they peck me as I try to clean.  They peck me when I try to replace the water.  They peck when I have to rescue one from inside the feeder.  You heard me right!  At least once a day some stupid chicken climbs on top of the feeder, poops in the feeder and then falls in the feeder.  So, at least once a day, I have to endure the pecking of the biggest chicken as I try to free the caged bird.

I’ve given up on their names.  They all look the same now.  I’ve decided to call them bitch, bitch and bitch.

See that one above….her name’s bitch!

Let me just say this about the chickens…I better get a lot of eggs and I mean a lot!  And to the chickens let me say this….think twice before you peck me next time, or I’ll change one of your names to Alfredo…I’ve got a nice creamy sauce waiting for you.