The last time I had the peeps wandering around outside the run, I had to run into the house through the back door for a minute. When I came back out, there were four of them trying to peer through the screen door. Nosy things.![]()
This reminds me of the dream Alan said he had the other night. He hates all things zombie, but, because zombies are fashionable, he can't avoid them. So, the other night he dreamed that we had zombies attacking the house. Because they couldn't get to us, they went after the chickens. The chickens then became zombie chickens and came after us. They surrounded the house and were tapping on all the doors and windows trying to get in to eat us. I said that somebody needs to make a zombie chicken movie - I'd go see it!
