I guess I understand then--- you weed out all the icky folks, and it never hurts to try. I am always asking my boss for randon crap, since otherwise, he'd never have the chance to tell me no. Last summer the air in our building busted, and so I emailed him: told him he had to bring frozen margaritas and a mister system if he wanted any work done. No margaritas, but he brought in sherberts for everyone.
So I cut my hand wide open yesterday evening, and while I was asking the neighbor to come over for the "does it need stitches" second opinion, slammed my foot---width-wise---in the coop door. Then the DH leaned out the door and yelled, "Why you yellin? I am on the phone!" So I hobbled in to kill him, but before I got there, he leaned back out and yelled, "My mom is coming tomorrow morning instead of Friday!"
So, I am working from home today, and sitting here wondering what I did to make the great wheel of kharma come rollover me, back up, and run me over again.
The chooks are trying out the run today. I can already tell it needs a full bird cover. Cinnabun hopped up on the brooder and over the wall in about 10 minutes. I brought him back over and he tried again. When I caught him, his little baby nails slid right under the bandage into my owie...it hurt a little.
OVerall, they seem to be enjoying themselves.