Him: Why is there a chicken in the cat's PetTaxi?
Me: The big rooster was attacking him a bit too much. I'll put him in the coop when it's dark.
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Him: Hey honey, should the light still be on in the coop?
Me: Daggummit. Dang stupid cheap timer.
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Me...
::drives past neighbor's farm::
::head whips around so hard he almost gets whiplash::
Other Half: Are those barred rock crosses.
Me: Yeah, I think so.
OH: Do you think our girls...nah.
Me: All five of them were in their pen before we left. They're fine.
::make it half way to town...
"Don't MAKE me get the Rake of Death!" (my hens are terrified of a rake...all I have to do is pick it up and they run for the coop.)
"Fugly! Stop trying to brood those eggs!" (Fugly is a 1/2 Silkie rooster)
"Let me get done making breakfast for the girls and I'll start ours."