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The chicks are now certified bread lovers!

Alas, I have done left eggs in my coat pockets twice also.

A storm was rolling in in the evening and my two wyandottes were still milling around outside. So I yelled, "Get your butt in the coop!" "Quit pecking my hair!" as one of the chicks jumps on my shoulder and nips at my hair. "Blackie, you can't lay your eggs on the grill! Do you want to fry it or...

I was rubbing one of my barred rock chicks I've named Falcon (she likes to jump on my fist and shoulder) under my chin because her new feathers were so soft (she's about 6 weeks and most of her "barred" feathers have grown in). Older brother comes by. "Why are you rubbing your face all over that...

*sees playhouse while riding in car* "That would make a sweet chicken coop!"

I laugh quietly to myself as I read more of these! "Miss Ba-la-kie!" "Gotta feed your imaginary chicks Goldie?" "The barred rock chick butts are so white and cute!" *pinches*

"No Blackie! You don't lay your eggs in the garage or the house!" *Blackie squawks* "I don't care!! Go lay your eggies in the nest box NOW!" "Good night chickies!" "The chickens will eat it!" "Save it for the chickens!"